Chapter 20 #2
“Once you do that, you can ask me a question about Jackson and I'll do my best to answer it. No bullshitting. No lies, just the God's honest truth. What I know about him, you will know. ”
I backtrack. Is it even worth knowing anything about him? It could help me later. But I don't like where this is going. "Who else is coming in here?”
She hands the dress out to me. “No one unless I have to get the guards involved to assist me with getting you where you need to be.”
“Fine.” I snatch the dress from her hand and head toward the bathroom.
“There's no need for that,” she calls, moving toward the center of the room. “I've already seen you naked. Stay in here.” I force myself to swallow as a pause outside the bathroom door.
“You got a beautiful body. Honestly, girl, it is perfection, so there's no need to be insecure around me.”
Heat rises to my face as I hesitate. After a few seconds, she must have some sort of pity for me because she turns around, facing the wall. Sam says, as if it's the biggest inconvenience of her life, “Fine. See… not looking. Go ahead.”
Understanding that this is her way of showing some common courtesy, I oblige and drop the towel.
As I pull the fabric over my head, I can't help but notice my fingers shaking.
Despite Jackson putting me in this situation, he needs to be here.
It's not something I can explain. I am not sure I really could if someone asked me to. I just know that I’ve gone too long without him.
The fabric goes on with little effort even though it is form-fitting.
The bottom goes a few inches below my ass; however; the top makes me feel even more embarrassed.
My boobs might as well just be hanging out because there's not much left to the imagination.
She turns back toward me, nodding in approval.
“Very nice, Madelyn. Now ask your first question.”
“Why is Jackson after his brother?” He hasn’t flat out told me this is the person he’s out to get. But it’s not too difficult to piece together after the cliff incident. Jackson brought him up, and his demeanor changed. It is no coincidence.
“Jamison killed their parents,” she answers without any hesitation at all.
“If you think Jackson is the worst Pierce brother, you have no idea what his brother has done.
He's a fucking psychopath and Jackson took the fall for it.
Pressure rises in my chest at the thought of what Jackson went through.
No wonder he is hellbent on revenge. “How?” I whisper. “How did he do it?”
“That's two questions.” Sam motions toward the contraction. “Have a seat, and you can continue your line of questioning.”
Why can’t we just talk standing up? The last thing I want to do is be put in something I can’t get out of.
“There doesn't seem to be anywhere to sit,” I respond, studying where she's pointing.
The only thing there is a leather strap no wider than my hand.
It stretches across the bottom, and ropes on both sides hold it up.
It reminds me of a swing. She raises her eyebrows, and for the first time, a genuine expression appears on her face.
“You honestly do not know what this is? You'll have room to sit, but it will also suspend you because I'm going to wrap the rope around your legs.”
“Oh, I don’t think so,” I say while processing this new information. Heat rises to my face and my eyes go wide.
She sighs, eyes flickering toward the glass mirror. “We are running low on time. Do you want to know more or not?”
I shake my head, more so because I'm disappointing myself.
But I try to think that any new information on Jackson can be used to my advantage.
So I follow Sam's instructions and slide my ass on the tiny leather strap.
Holding on to the ropes, my body can barely stay on until Sam takes hold of one rope to the side of me.
“Hold your leg up so that it's close to your chest.” I do what she says exactly, and before I know it, she has wrapped the rope around my upper thigh. She’s secured the rope so tightly that my leg can no longer move.
Sam points to my other thigh and I lift it up, waiting for the other rope.
She grabs it and moves the rope between her fingers.
“All the news reports said that it was a stabbing, with their father taking the majority of them. It happened in the middle of the night, and they were dragged out of bed.”
“Jamison says that he was not there at the time.
Jackson was the only one there. Jamison had a lot of pull and influence, so he was able to frame his brother.
It doesn't hurt that they are identical twins.” She situates the rope around my other inner thigh and secures it in place.
“But of course, if you really want to know the complete breakdown of the crime, you’ll have to ask the man whom they charged with it.
Maybe then you can decide if you think Jackson's current actions are justified.”
If that's true, I won't have to decide anything. If someone killed my mom, I would turn the earth upside down until I found the one responsible. That much I know. I just wouldn’t take a hostage along the way. Not even if I were promised money, would I? “That’s a lot to take in,” I finally get out.
She steps back, admiring her work. “Yes, it is.” Her eyes roam to where my legs are being forced open by her restraints. I am spread-eagle, with no barrier between my pussy and the open air. “Shame Jackson won’t share.”
I close my eyes as the room suddenly spins. “Please don’t,” I whimper, any sort of strong facade gone.
“Relax,” her hand touches my knee. I fight the urge not to flinch. “That was only a compliment.”
Even with my eyes still closed, I can tell she’s moved away from me. “Are you leaving?”
Sam tsks as the door opens. “Does that mean you’ll miss me?”
Not even a little. The sound of the door locking in place was enough reassurance for me to open my eyes. I am indeed alone. Alone, suspended, naked, and waiting with only my pondering thoughts to keep me company.