28. Chapter Twenty-Seven
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
MARGERY
“ W hen can I leave the room?” Margery asked.
It had been several days since she had been brought there, and not once had she left. She was starting to go stir-crazy from being locked up in the room for so long. She figured it had to have been at least four days since she was taken from her bed.
Daddy told her every day that he had something to do. He had briefly mentioned his sister, Bonnie, being with her Daddies, but she didn’t quite understand. He didn’t go into detail, and she didn’t really want to ask. Okay, she really did want to ask, but she didn’t feel like it was the right moment.
Part of her didn’t feel like she could ask him questions. It just seemed foreign and a little weird. Maybe it was because he didn’t seem to be in a good mood. She didn’t want to make him more agitated than he already was.
But there was no doubt Margery was intrigued. Did Bonnie have two Daddies? Or had Ethan make a mistake when he spoke ?
“There are a couple of rules we need to go over before we can leave the room.”
She looked at him skeptically. Why did she need rules? Was one of them going to be no running away? If he said that, she would probably laugh. It would be a dumb rule, and she didn’t know for sure if she could follow it or not.
She was still trying to make up her mind about whether she wanted to leave or not. Margery had cried about it a couple of times at night when he left. She was so overwhelmed with her feelings.
“Not too many rules, but some.”
“Okay?” Margery questioned.
“You will not leave the house without me. You are to stay with me at all times. We will only be going to the kitchen today to get something to eat and maybe the living room. That is all for today. And remember, if at any point you need to say your safe word, you can.”
Daddy had told her that several times. Always reminding her that if she needed to, she could use her safe word. Red was her safe word. It was something easy that she could remember.
Sometimes, he would randomly remind her that she could use it. When he first started making comments about it, she thought it was a little weird. But as time went on, she realized it wasn’t. She remembered some of the books she had read and how the Daddy always reminded the Little that they could use their safe word at any time.
“Do you understand?” he asked.
“That basically I’m a prisoner?” Margery quipped.
Margery didn’t sleep well the night before. She had spent some of it crying, and she had spent some of it reading. It’s not like she couldn’t take a nap during the day. She was locked in the room, so she felt like all she was doing was sleeping, eating, reading, and nothing else.
Daddy did come during every meal, but sometimes, he didn’t stay long. She figured it was due to Bonnie. She had a feeling Bonnie did something that Daddy didn’t approve of, and he was trying to fix it.
While Bonnie wasn’t the type of girl to cause problems, sometimes, she still found herself in trouble. Bonnie didn’t think many things through. Or she didn’t think of everything that could happen. Margery didn’t know if that had changed in the last eighteen years, but she figured it probably hadn’t.
“You are not a prisoner. After today, you are allowed to roam around the house.”
“And the outside?” she asked, getting excited.
Maybe she could go play outside and run off. But at the same time, she just wanted to be outside. She loved the feel and smell of the fresh air.
“Not yet. I’m waiting for something to come in before we can go outside. But once it arrives, you won’t be able to leave without me,” he explained.
“So, you don’t trust me.” Margery was offended.
She didn’t know why it shocked her, but it did. Did he really not trust her? Was it always going to be like this?
“I didn’t say that. I’m just cautious. I have a lot of enemies, and I don’t want you going out alone. There might be people watching my house right now, and for you to leave without me or any of my men, could cause you to be hurt. I’m not going to allow that to happen. ”
“So then I can leave with one of your men?” Her eyes went wide as she registered what she just said. “I didn’t mean it like that! I just meant, if I wanted to go to the store, all I have to do is bring one of your men with me.”
Daddy chuckled and wrapped his arms around her. “I know what you meant. Right now, no. I’m trying to figure out who I want to go with you. Who I really trust since you are my life.”
“You don’t trust your men?” Margery was confused.
“I didn’t say that. You are precious cargo, and I don’t want just anyone to guard you. All of my men are loyal, and I do trust them.”
To Margery, it didn’t seem like he did trust all of his men. The way he talked made it seem like there were some men who he was still iffy about.
“I promise all of my men are loyal. They will never put you in harm’s way or treat you poorly,” Daddy told her.
“Promise?”
“I promise. They all have the same values as I do with women. We cherish them, love them, and discipline them when they are naughty,” he explained. “And if they look at you the wrong way or treat you the wrong way, you let me know. I’ll kill them.”
Her mouth fell open. “You wouldn’t.”
“Watch me.”
“You can’t just kill your own men!”
Daddy was absolutely mad. He had to know that.
“If they look at you wrong or treat you wrong; I can, and I will. They know you are my life, my queen."
Margery’s eyes filled with tears. Ethan hadn’t ever been this possessive when they first started dating. She’d never had someone who treated her like this. Like she was the world, their world.
“Now, let’s go get you some food.”
Excitement bubbled inside of her as he grabbed her hand and left the room and toward the kitchen. She took in everything as they walked down the steps. It was a big house with high ceilings, but everything was either white, black, or gray. It was also empty. There weren’t a lot of things hung on the wall or furniture in the room.
It was like a house he had so he could crash there a couple of times a month. It didn’t seem like he lived there. But she could be wrong. Daddy could live there, and he just liked things to be simple.
Margery had never seen his old place. She had only been over when his mom was alive, and she had decorated the house. Every holiday, there were new decorations. Well, at least the couple of times she visited, it was always decorated.
“What are you wanting for lunch?” Daddy asked as they took the last step.
“Options?” Margery asked.
She didn’t want to say something and have him say it wasn’t available. Especially if it was something she was craving. That was the absolute worst.
Daddy started to speak, but Margery didn’t hear any of it. The first thing she saw as they walked into the kitchen were two huge men sitting at the island.
Margery bit her lip as she stared at them. They were talking to each other, eating, and looking harmless, but the way they looked, she knew they weren’t harmless. If they were Daddy’s men, they had to have killed several people.
“Little one?” Daddy called out.
The men looked in her direction, and she stepped closer to Daddy. Nerves bubbled up inside of her as they continued to look at them.
“Hey, boss,” they both said.
“Dahmere. Clinton,” Daddy responded.
She had no clue who was who, and she honestly didn’t want to know. They looked like they could crush her with their pinky finger.
“This is Margery,” Daddy introduced her.
She held onto his hand tighter and almost hid behind him.
“Can you say hi to Dahmere and Clinton?”
Margery didn’t want to, though. They looked terrifying. Why would she want to say hi to them when they could probably kill her in a hundred different ways? What if they didn’t like the way she said hello and decided to come back later and kill her? Ethan wasn’t always going to be with her to keep her safe.
“You’re okay. Everything is okay. You can say hi to them,” Daddy murmured kindly.
Her mind was at war with itself going back and forth between Ethan and Daddy. Both of them sounded right, but Daddy sounded perfect. Was she ready to take that step and not go back?
Margery didn’t know why, in this instant, she thought about calling him by his first name or Daddy but she had. Maybe she was trying to distract herself from the two scary men in front of her. They were still staring at her intently. Were they ever going to look away?
“Margery’s a little shy,” Daddy said.
“Probably from this ugly mug,” one man said while pointing to the other.
“Clint, not the time,” the other man said.
He must be Dahmere.
“I think this is the perfect time. There is no doubt she’s scared right now. Her legs are shaking, and she’s ghostly white. The way she is clutching onto her Daddy’s hands just shows how scared she is,” Clint said.
“You’re not helping.”
“Well, I was when I called you an ugly mug. I was trying to help calm her down. But you just had to go and ruin it.” Clinton rolled his eyes.
“I think you’re just making everything worse. You have a tendency to do that.”
Margery giggled as she watched both of them go back and forth. Both of them looked at her and smiled. Instantly, she hid behind Daddy once again.
“Look, you did it again, scaring her. You really need to stop doing that. Maybe we should put a mask over your face, and she would be less scared,” Clinton quipped.
She peeked her head around Daddy’s body to see them looking at each other again.
“Let’s go get some food. How about mac and cheese?” Daddy asked.
Margery looked up and nodded. Mac and cheese was absolutely amazing. Especially when she got the ratio just right, and it was creamy and delicious .
“Don’t get used to eating mac and cheese every day. You’ll be having balanced meals, but I figured today was a good day to have it,” Daddy said as they walked further into the kitchen.
She was still holding his hand and pouting. If she had it her way, she would have mac and cheese every day. With chicken nuggies as well.
So good.
“No pouting. You won’t get your way if you do that.”
She sucked her lip back in. No fair.
“If you ever want mac and cheese and your Daddy won’t allow you to have it, come to me. I’ll make you some,” Clinton offered.
She looked over, and Clinton gave her a smile.
“You won’t be doing that, Little girl. When Daddy says no, he means no.” Daddy looked stern.
Clinton shook his head. “Come to me,” he mouthed to her.
Margery gave a small smile back. “Chickie nuggies?”
“I don’t have any right now, but I’ll remember them for next time. I’m sorry, Little one,” Daddy sadly said.
“Actually.” Dahmere stood from his chair.
She immediately moved closer to Daddy when she realized just how tall Dahmere was. Not only was he muscular, but he was also freakishly tall.
“Sorry, Little one.” Dahmere held up his hands. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“Find another nickname,” Daddy growled.
“See, I told you it was you who scared her,” Clinton said. “Maybe you should pay attention to what I say more often. ”
Dahmere glared at Clinton who grinned back at him.
“Never,” he spat.
“We’ll see.”
Margery looked between them, trying to figure out what was going on. Did they have a thing for each other or were they just that good of friends?
“What were you saying, Dahmere? Daddy asked.
“I actually got chicken nuggets yesterday and put them in the freezer.”
Gasping, Margery looked over at Daddy. Was he going to allow her to have some with her mac and cheese?
“Oh, did you? And why would you do that? I know for a fact you don’t eat them,” Daddy replied.
She quickly looked over at Dahmere.
“I figured most Littles liked chicken nuggets. I saw that you didn’t have any in your freezer, so I bought some.”
“Are you trying to buy her affection?” Clinton asked.
“Maybe. And so what? I was also thinking about her and her possibly wanting something that could make her, I don’t know, feel better?” Dahmere explained.
Did they all know Daddy had stalked her and kidnapped her? Was it common knowledge?
“What do you say, Little one?” Daddy squeezed her hand.
“Thank you,” she quietly said.
“How about you go sit down and talk to them while I make lunch?”
Unease filled Margery. While she was getting a little more comfortable with them, she wasn’t exactly ready to sit by them. Her mind kept going back to them harming her. If she sat next to them, they could kill her before Daddy even knew.
“You’re okay; you can sit next to them. They aren’t going to hurt you.”
She looked over at the guys and then back at Daddy. She just didn’t think she was ready for that. Margery heard footsteps and turned around. Who else could be here? How many more guys were there? Was this Daddy’s house, or was it a community house?
Her mouth fell open as Officer Matthias walked into the kitchen. What was he doing here? Did Daddy know he was a police officer? Could Officer Matthias be undercover?
“Da—” She quickly stopped herself, remembering there were other people in the kitchen.
Even though Dahmere and Clinton both referred to Ethan as her Daddy, she still wasn’t comfortable saying it out loud. She could probably count on her hand how many times she had called him Daddy out loud. It wasn’t a lot.
“What is it?” he asked.
Margery continued to stare at Officer Matthias, not believing what she was seeing.
“Little one?” Daddy bent down. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s a cop!” She yelled.