Chapter 32 Grace
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
GRACE
Things have been… different.
Seven left me alone with the vibrator all day and night, returning the following morning to find me limp, drooling, and completely spent.
I shiver just thinking about it—how some piece of me broke that day.
It’s as if my mind shattered, letting out every dark and depraved thought and desire I had been suppressing.
For several days after, I’ve found myself craving Seven’s visits more and more, becoming addicted to his presence, his touch, even his darkness.
I’ve been good, and as a reward, Seven has intermittently been letting me out of my cage for meals and to let me stretch my legs. The other day, he let me out for several hours, and I got to visit and play with Zorro.
Still, every night, he puts me back in the cage. And I don’t know if he will ever stop.
I pull my knees up to my chest, staring hard at the latch on the outside of the bars.
Tonight, after feeding me, Seven left the feeding hatch unlocked. At first, I thought it was a trick, but when he didn’t come back to lock it, I realized he must have truly forgotten.
I bite my lip, weighing my options. As much as that dark part of me wants to stay, to see what my life could be like with Seven, the rational part reminds me that I need to leave. I have a job, friends, and a life. I can’t just give it all up. At least, not without trying.
This may be my only chance to escape. I have to use it wisely.
I sit in the dark for several hours, closing my eyes and pretending I’m asleep. I figure Seven has to sleep at some point, and my best bet of escape is to sneak out while he’s sleeping.
When my ass is numb and I can’t physically stay in the same position any longer, I open my eyes, gazing up at the camera sitting in the corner of the room. There’s no way to know if Seven is asleep right now, but… it’s now or never.
Taking a deep breath, I sit up, stretching my fingertips toward the cage door. They make contact with the cool steel, and the bars swing open with a gentle creak.
Before I lose my nerve, I crawl out on all fours, knowing from previous experience that it would be unwise to try to stand at the moment. Once I make it to the door, I press up on my knees to twist the handle, still not trusting my legs.
“No way.” I watch as it turns easily in my hand. Just before I push the door open, I pause, unable to do it. Even now, when I’m so close to freedom, a small part of me wants to turn around, to stay—to be with Seven. But that part of me is illogical. Mad. I can’t allow myself to listen to it.
I wobble to a standing position, using the knob for balance—and when I’m positive my legs will hold, I let go and slip out of the white room.
My heart hammers against my rib cage as I silently make my way down the long hallway, my head on a swivel as I look for any sign that Seven is following me. I keep waiting for him to show up, or for some alarm to sound, but that never happens.
I jam my thumb into the button to call the elevator, shifting from foot to foot as I wait out the torturous seconds it takes to arrive. There’s a ding, and I rush onto the elevator as soon as the doors are wide enough for me to slip through.
Breathing heavy, I search the panel for the ground floor, then jam my finger into the button the same way I did outside. Only, this time, nothing happens.
“What the hell…?” I press it again and again, but the elevator refuses to move. Desperation claws up my throat, and I try the button for the second floor, then the third—all the way up to the thirteenth floor, which miraculously lights up.
The metal box jerks, then begins rising, and I can do nothing but watch as the numbers tick up, up, up.
“This is fine,” I mumble under my breath. “I’ll just… use the stairs.”
The elevator dings, the doors slide open, and I step out, my eyes going wide as I take in my surroundings.
The entire floor seems to be under construction, with randomly arranged tarps, unfinished walls, and long, darkened, disorienting hallways that seem to lead nowhere and everywhere, branching off in all manner of directions.
I’m in a fucking maze.
I back up a few steps, my heart hammering as I head back in the direction of the elevator. Only when I turn, I find I’m no longer alone.
Seven is standing in front of the elevator dressed in his tactical gear and bloodred mask, his arms crossed over his broad chest in a clear show of displeasure.
“You failed the test, angel.”
“I… I didn’t know…” I take a step back, my voice caught somewhere down my throat. “I…”
“You’d better run.” His arms drop to his sides, his chest rising and falling like a predator on the hunt. “You won’t like what happens if I catch you.”
Losing my mind, I turn on my heel and take off in the opposite direction, my stomach twisting with dread as Seven’s cruel laughter echoes throughout the space.
When footsteps ring out behind me, I pick up my pace, ducking left down one of the hallways. I run and run, not knowing where I’m going, not caring as long as it keeps me away from the beast at my heels.
My lungs burn, my muscles ache, and my vision lines with dark spots, but still, I keep going. And those footsteps get closer.
Urging my legs to go faster, I make a right down another darkened hallway, then a left, hoping somehow I can lose him in the maze. But no matter how many twists and turns I make, Seven follows just behind, and at one point, I can even feel him breathing down the back of my neck.
Desperation claws up my throat, and I make one more left, but my heart freezes in my chest when I come face-to-face with a dead end.
“No,” I whisper. “No…”
“Yes.” That cruel laugh rings out just over my shoulder, and a shiver travels the length of my spine—but I’m not sure if it's from fear or excitement.
Seven steps closer, his movements smooth, predatory. “Why do you keep trying to leave?”
He circles me, pushing me back into the corner. My back presses against the wall, and I swallow hard, gazing up at Seven’s faceless red mask.
“I don’t… I don’t belong here. I can’t… I need to get out.
I can’t be here anymore. I’m scared of these—these feelings.
I shouldn’t want you. I shouldn’t fucking care about you!
I should hate you with every fiber of my being!
” I’m shouting now, but I can’t seem to stop.
“You…you’re mad! You killed all those people, you stalked me, lied to me, kidnapped me…
” I shake my head, unable to believe my heart is thrumming for him, even now.
“I should hate you,” I whisper, lowering my eyes.
“I should hate you, but I don’t. I can’t. ”
“So stay.” He reaches up to cup my face. “Be with me, sweet girl. I’ll forget all about this if you agree to stay, to be mine fully. I won’t even punish you… unless you want me to,” he adds, his voice a seductive growl.
Instead of leaning into him like I so badly want to, I force myself to jerk away, and my chest clenches at the heart-stricken look on his face. “I can’t, Seven. I have a life and friends who are probably worried sick about me. You… you need to let me go.”
He slams his fist against the wall, so close to my head, but I don’t flinch. If I know one thing about Seven, it’s that he won’t hurt me. Not unless I ask him to. “Goddammit, I can’t breathe without you, Grace! I don’t want to!”
“You’re going to have to learn how to, then. Because I’m not yours, Seven.”
He grabs my face, his hands surprisingly gentle despite the mad glint in his crimson eyes. “You’re wrong, Grace. You’ve been mine since the day I found you in that alley. I made it so you would be mine.”
He grips my thigh, caressing my heated skin as he tries to pull my leg up and over his hip. Just like before…
“I’m not.” But even as I speak, my resolve weakens. “I’m… I’m…”
“You’re what, sweet girl?” He leans in to nip at my ear. “Wet?”
I shake my head, his rapid switch in emotion making me dizzy. “No.”
“No?” I clench my thighs together in an attempt to stop his wandering hands. Seven’s chest shakes with a laugh as he pries my legs open, fingers trailing teasingly under my skirt. “I think you’re lying, Grace.”
“I think you’re psychotic.” My breath hitches as his fingertips brush the arousal dripping down my thighs, coaxing an appreciative rumble from Seven.
“Liar, liar,” he says sweetly. “I can always tell, Grace. I don’t know why you still try.”
“Let me go,” I say—but my words sound weak even to my ears. “You can’t—”
“Can’t what? Can’t make you come?” In one powerful movement, Seven lifts me off the floor, slamming my back against the wall as he captures my mouth in a bruising kiss.
His touch is heated as he grabs my ankles, wrapping my legs around his waist, centering my pussy right against his hard length.
His tongue slips into my mouth as he reaches down to free his cock from his pants.
He rubs the head against my slickened center, and pleasure ripples through me.
“Tell me what you want, Grace,” he orders. “Say you want my cock.”
I can’t think. I can’t breathe. All I know, all I’m aware of is the burning desire coursing through me. “I… I can’t…”
“You can.” He pushes the head against my entrance. “Give in, Grace, let me make you feel good. Let me worship this pussy, this gorgeous fucking body.” He presses inside me inch by torturous inch, and my eyes roll to the back of my head as I’m overcome with bliss. “Say it, Grace.”
“I… I want you.” I lose myself in the delicious heat spreading through my body. “I want your cock, Seven.”
“Fuck,” he groans, his hips thrusting, pushing the entirety of his hard length inside me.
I gasp at the unrelenting force, the fullness that overtakes me.
“God, you always feel so perfect, every time.” He leans his head down, nipping at my shoulder, kissing up the curve of my neck. “So incredibly beautiful. So mine.”
Seven begins moving in me—slow, torturous movements that turn to savage thrusts as my body begins to clench around him.
“Mine.”
He reaches between our bodies, delivering a rough pinch to my clit. Stars spark in my eyes as wave after wave of pleasure floods my system, and I tilt my head back, my mouth falling open in a scream as I shatter around him. It’s all too much, too fast, and I fall into oblivion.
“Fuck yes,” he breathes. “Fucking come on my cock. Soak me.” His grip tightens on my hips, his fingers digging into the tattoo at the top of my ass. My eyes roll to the back of my head as pleasure skitters across my skin, lighting a path of fire that lights all my nerve endings.
“Oh fuck.” His hips thrust erratically, eyes holding a mad glint. “I’m going to come. Going to fill this pretty pussy.” He leans forward, sinking his teeth into my shoulder, making me cry out in pain and bliss. “Fuck. Fuckkk.”
He thrusts once, twice more, and slams his hips flush against mine. I moan at the feel of his cock throbbing deep inside me, filling me with his seed like he promised.
Breathing hard, Seven pulls away, stepping back off the wall and taking me with him, still firmly seated on his cock. He holds me to him with one arm while his other hand moves up, cupping my face.
“I’m very angry with you, angel. This doesn’t change anything.”
I whimper as he makes his way to the elevator, keeping his cock firmly inside me all the way back down to the white room. As he walks me to my cage, I begin to struggle—but no matter how much I fight and plead, he won’t listen.
Seven tosses me back into my cage, looking deep into my eyes as he locks the door tight, making sure I see.
“I’ll be back for you later. Be good.”
He turns and exits the room, leaving me alone, cold, and dripping with his seed.