Chapter Six Ezra
Chapter Six
EZRA
My minx is so beautiful when she screams.
Welcome to your gilded cage, love.
I know I shouldn’t think like that. Maybe I shouldn’t want her to be scared of me.
In time, she’ll learn that I’m the only person in the world capable of protecting her, though. She won’t scream when she sees me.
As I flick the cap off the syringe, Jade falls silent.
Her eyes widen, and she shakes her head, trying to draw back.
It’s no use, though. I wasn’t a boy scout when I was younger for nothing. Even back then I knew those knots were going to come in handy.
I take off the silk handkerchief I stuffed in her mouth. I want to be able to hear her voice, as well as her full screams.
If she would just cooperate, we would’ve been testing out my knot skills in the bedroom, but unfortunately, my minx has always been a little difficult.
I’ll be the one to tame that fire, though.
She lunges against the binds, trying to get free of the table she’s tied to. “I don’t know who you are or what you want from me, but my family will pay you to let me go.”
“Don’t need their money.” I put the syringe to the side.
I don’t want to sedate her if I don’t have to. As long as she doesn’t strain herself too much, we might be able to have a conversation about my expectations going forward.
Jade glares at me as she stops struggling, her chest heaving. “Then what the fuck do you want?”
I smirk and crouch down beside her head, trailing a finger along the side of her face. “There are a lot of things I want with you, love. It’s going to take some time to get them all, of course, but in the end, I’m sure you want the same things.”
“No.”
Chuckling, my fingers trace down to the graceful line of her throat. “Not an option.”
She swallows hard, her throat moving beneath my touch. “I’m going to get out of these, and I’m going to kill you.”
My fingers tighten on either side of her throat, pressing against her airways. “Do you really believe that’s possible?”
“I’m going to make it hurt, too, you sick bastard.”
“Come now, love. That’s not the way to talk to someone who adores you, now is it?” I put more pressure on my minx’s throat, enjoying the way she gasps for breaths. “I think we’re going to play a game. You’re going to beg, and maybe I’ll let you breathe a bit better.”
“What…ever…” she chokes out, her face turning a dark shade of red as she struggles for breath.
I squeeze her throat tighter, waiting until her breathing stops. The moment it does, I let go, staring down at her and waiting for her to take another breath.
She does.
Good, I don’t want our game to be over yet.
I’ve got to be careful not to cut off her air too much. I would hate for something to happen to that brain of hers. She’s too smart to waste.
“I wish it didn’t have to be this way.” I stalk back over to the counter, grabbing the syringe.
After checking for air bubbles, I slip it into her arm, pushing the plunger down.
She’ll sleep a little more comfortably now.
Muffled words come from the room she is in.
Guess she’s awake now.
I get up and put Peter Pan to the side, humming to myself as I walk back into the main room.
She twists, pulling against the binds, the gag in her mouth keeping her from cursing me out.
The look in her eyes is furious, though. She’s looking like she could burn a hole right through me if she tried.
Might be entertaining to see her try.
I could untie her and prove to her that she’s always going to submit to me. That she’s not the one with the power here.
It would come as a shock to her, given who her family is. Though, I do know that her older siblings can be a bit overbearing.
I cross the room and put my hand over the gag. “Now, if I take this out, you’re going to want to watch the way you speak to me. I only want what’s best for you, and you’re making that a little difficult.”
As I pull the gag out, she rears up, pain flaring from my cheek as she smashes her head into mine.
I should’ve collared her.
I grab her by the throat and slam her back down into the table. “You’re going to make me kill you, and I really don’t want to do that.”
I don’t know that I can kill her. Not with how I want her. But she doesn’t know that, and I need to keep her on her toes, just as much as she keeps me on mine.
She scowls. “You could let me go. I wouldn’t tell my family who you are.”
“Do you even know who I am?” I brush her jaw with my thumb before letting go of her throat and going over to grab one of the knives.
I pick a slim dagger, knowing it’ll be enough to cause concern, but she won’t worry about me cutting her limbs off.
Yet, at least.
Not that I want to, but I could if I had to.
Though, I’m not into those kinds of trophies. Too much risk of getting caught. Much better to stick to my pictures. The ones that tell the story of how long I’ve been hunting her. How long I’ve been waiting for her.
Jade says nothing, her lips pressing into a thin line. Anger flashes in her eyes. Her nails press into her palms, though not hard enough to draw blood. Shame.
Her hands are already covered in other people’s blood. It should be time for them to be covered in her own.
I hum, stalking toward her with the dagger in hand. “After all the time you’ve spent sending me those pictures and messages, you don’t want to know?”
There’s a small gasp as I slide the blade along her leg, through the jeans hugging her toned legs.
The slit opens, revealing her tanned skin.
I draw the blade along her skin, drawing a small amount of blood. Not enough for it to bleed too much. Just a thin river along her leg.
Jade winces, gritting her teeth together, though she doesn’t say anything.
“This is a lot more fun for me if you scream.” I repeat the process to the other leg. “I could carve my name into you.”
“I’m not your fucking property.”
I chuckle and slide the dagger under her shirt, running the flat of the blade along her skin.
A shiver runs through her, and for a moment, there’s a flash of interest in her eyes.
She likes this.
She likes the teasing and the taunting. The risk of the knife slipping a little too deep.
I always suspected my minx was a bit of a sex freak, but now, seeing her like this, I’m going to have my fun with her for as long as I can.
We have our days together counted, but I’m not sure I can let her go. I don’t want to kill her, either. I have no idea what I’ll do when our time is up, but I do know that I intend to enjoy every second we have together.
And I could always keep her. She’d be safe with me. Safer than she is with her family.
“You really are a little slut, aren’t you, love?” I remove the blade from beneath her shirt, putting it back on the counter. “You used to love sending me pictures. I think I’ve seen just about all the lingerie you own.”
“Get bent.”
“I’d like to bend you over. Your pussy is probably dripping just thinking about it.” I trace my fingers up her inner thigh, not quite reaching the apex. “Remember all those pictures you used to send me? Your pussy was soaked. You were telling me all the things you wanted to do with me.”
“Yeah, well, clearly that was a fucking mistake.” She squirms against the binds again, trying to get herself free.
I skim my fingers along her other thigh. “Love, you need to stop. You’re only going to hurt yourself. I’m going to be the only one making you sore, so if you can’t stop fighting, we’re going to have a problem.”
“You’re a sick fuck. My family is going to tear you limb from limb to find me.”
I roll my eyes. “Your family isn’t going to do anything to me. They’re not even going to be able to find you.”
“That’s what you think.”
I trail my fingers up her body, fingers running beneath the curves of her breasts and up the valley. “Do you remember that video you sent me where you were riding your fingers?”
“That wasn’t even me!”
I scoff and pull up the hem of her shirt, showing off the heart tattoo on the front of her hip. “That tattoo was in the video, Jade. I’m not an idiot, and this is going to be a lot better for both of us if you stop treating me like one.”
She squirms away from me, but I don’t miss the way her thighs press closer together.
“And then there’s that brain of yours.” I trail my fingers beneath the curve of her breast.
A shiver runs through her body.
“I haven’t met anyone else I’ve been able to talk about literature with. Which adds an intriguing layer to us, love. Don’t you think?”
“I don’t know who the fuck you are.”
My fingers brush over her sensitive skin again. “That’s fine.”
Jade’s eyes get wide, and she looks away from me. “Leave me alone or kill me. Stop with this shit.”
“Not going to happen, love. We’re going to be spending some time together, but if you promise to behave yourself, then I think I’ll allow you to stretch your legs for a little bit.”
There’s a flash of hope in her eyes. She’s going to try something the moment I untie her.
I know her. I’ve been watching her. I can see it in her eyes, and yet I want to tease her. Just a little.
I want her to think that she’s escaping me, only so she can find out there’s no way to leave me.
I want to see the hope drain from her eyes as she realizes that I’m the one who holds the keys to her cage.
That I’m never going to let her go.
I loosen her ties, starting with her ankles. My fingers move over the buckles, letting them drop before I go to her wrists and unbuckle those as well.
The second she’s free, she lunges.
It’s faster than I expected. The last time I watched her fighting, she wasn’t this fast.
Her fist collides with my stomach before she grabs the back of my head and slams me into her knee.
My nose crunches under the impact. Blood pours.
That’s it.
I spit out a mouthful of blood as she scrambles away from me, running to the edges of the plastic and looking for a door. Then she whips around, looking at the counter of knives.
It doesn’t matter, though.
I’m faster than her.
I grab one of the syringes, flicking off the cap.
This is going to be for her own good. She’s only going to get herself in more trouble if I let her go.
As I stalk toward her, she rushes around the room, trying to find the door.
This is the part of the game I love the most. Stalking her. Watching her. Knowing what she’s going to do before she does it.
Even with the blood pouring down my face and the difficulty I have breathing, the excitement is pounding through my veins.
“Come now, Jade. You don’t have to make this more difficult than it needs to be.”
“Fuck you!” She rips down several of the pictures of her, but there are still so many others.
I push the air from the syringe, grabbing her by the bicep and hauling her against me.
She tries to fight me off, but it’s weak. Her nails scrape at my skin, and I’m sure she gets a couple cuts in.
It doesn’t matter, though.
Not as I slip the needle beneath her skin.
Not as I push the plunger down, waiting for the moment when she finally stops fighting.
This is for your own good, love.