Chapter 11
Atlas
My pet looked so funny in my shirt. As much as I tried to hold my laughter in, I just couldn’t. She looked like a beautiful little ragamuffin. I needed to get out of here before it was too late to get to her place and grab her fucking cat and some of her belongings.
It would have been easier to shop for all new clothes, but she needs to be around some of her own things. I called my brother Joey, and told him to meet me here. I haven’t told him about my new toy yet.
I will introduce him to her; he will be her sitter while I run errands. Even though my place was like Fort Knox, there was no way I would leave her alone every day.
When I mentioned I was going to her house to grab her things; her head snapped to attention so quickly that I thought I heard her neck crack. Poor baby wants to go home, but she can’t. I smiled, answering her question in a nonchalant tone.
“Yes, I will grab your clothes, cell phone, and laptop. Where can I find those things?”
Her eyes lit up.
“You are going to bring me my phone and laptop?”
I lowered my brows and grinned at her.
"Yes, I will bring them here, but they are not for you, pet. They must be removed from your home once someone realizes you are missing. If there is anything incriminating on the devices, they are better off locked up here.”
Her eyes lost their spark, and she hunched her shoulders, looking down at the floor. “Of course. How stupid of me to think you would give them back. What about my cat, Tuna? He will die if you leave him there.”
I snapped my fingers at her again for the second time today. “Look at me when I speak, pet. I don’t enjoy looking at the top of your head.” She brought her eyes level with mine. Like I said, those emeralds made me melt. She was so fucking gorgeous, and she was finally with me!
“You have my word; your cat will be well taken care of, love. I’m not a fan of cats, and the litter box stinks. I will find a home for him.”
Her lips quivered, and the tears started flowing. She cupped her hands over her face as she sobbed. She cried so hard her body shook. I wasn't angry with her for bawling her eyes out. The animal meant a lot to her. I hugged her close to my chest, letting her tears fall on me until the well was dry.
“Shhh. Don’t cry, Kitten. It’s best this way. Now be a good girl and take your mind off Tuna.”
Her red-rimmed eyes stared into mine. She looked defeated, exhausted, and just spent. I understood why she was so upset, but I still felt indifferent. I soothed her the best I could, making it less painful.
I planned to take Tuna to work with me and have one of my employees adopt him. I know I have a cruel side, but I would not rip her heart from her chest. Knowing he was placed in a suitable home, she could emotionally let him go once she knew he was safe.
She didn’t need her cat to keep her calm; that would be my job now. I picked her up in my arms and took her to the bedroom I had designed just for her. The door could only be opened by putting my hand on the keypad installed at the entrance in and out of the room.
I didn’t need my little flight risk fleeing again. I was also going to program my brother Joey's palm so he could gain access. After all, he would spend time with her when I needed to leave the house.
Even though he was not interested in women, if part of her punishment were to lie restrained to the bed all day, I would be home for that. I don’t need anyone to interfere with my discipline methods.
Both of my brothers have more of a conscience than I do.
Not that it mattered, but I didn’t feel like discussing my undying need to have her with either of them, so the harsher punishments would be done when I was the only one here.
I sat my pet on the mattress, stroking her head again.
I pulled up one of the chairs and sat in front of her at the edge of the bed.
I placed my elbows on my knees and leaned forward.
“The Dr. will be here as soon as I return."
She furrowed her brow and folded her arms across her chest, shaking her head.
“No, I don’t want it. My cat has been taken from me. You have left welts on my ass. You have humiliated me, and now you want to take away any privacy I may have? I protest. It is against my God-given right!!”
I looked at her, grinning. Did this little spitfire think her outburst would make a difference?
She looked like a little temptress, with her hair hanging wildly around her shoulders and down the middle of her back, as she sat there huffing and puffing.
I laughed. “I am quite aware of your rights, precious, but now that you belong to me, you have no rights. Every decision concerning you, I will make. Your life is in my hands, and you will not argue with me. That body belongs to me now. I will put the tracker in and hear nothing more about it.”
Her eyes sparked with anger, and she pressed her lips together in a perfect frown.
“Fine! But you know what, mister? FUCK YOU!!!!!!! I hate your goddamn guts!”
It was my turn to fold my arms across my chest. I looked at her sternly, wagging my finger back and forth in front of her face. “Ah ah, Kitten. Didn’t I warn you about that mouth?”
I watched as she swallowed, and a look of horror came over her face. She knew she was in trouble.
If she obeyed me without all this attitude, we would get along beautifully, but nope. She still insisted on lashing out at me, so now she was going to be punished again. She will learn.
Kitlyn
Fuck! I can’t believe I just lost my shit again!
I was in for it. I could tell by the look on his face. He wasn't very happy. When will I learn to keep my mouth shut? I tried to do damage control. I slid off the bed and kneeled at his feet, begging and pleading with him.
I didn’t care about my pride. I didn’t want him to spank me again.
“Please, please…I am sorry. I didn’t mean to lose my temper, but can’t you at least try to empathize a little?
I've lost my cat, my heart is broken, and now you're treating me like livestock by putting a tracker in my arm. It is just too much. Please don’t punish me again. I will be good. I promise.”
He stared at me for a long moment while I stated my case. He reached out and lifted my chin, his eyes burning into mine.
“It will take a lot more than I thought to tame you. You owe me three now. Keep up the good work. You’re averaging about one every couple of hours."
I trembled, biting my lip. I guess all the begging I did was for nothing. He was still going to punish me.
A loud chuckle escaped his lips.
“I will not lie to you, Kitten. I love doling out discipline, especially if it involves a beautiful woman writhing and trying to escape a solid spanking from me."
He rubbed the top of my head, smiling.
"I'm warning you; your punishments will not be pleasant. You will submit eventually. Now, make yourself at home. My brother will sit with you today while I take care of what needs to be done. I won’t be too long.
There's a smoothie on the counter for you. I will bring it to you before I leave. We will have lunch when I return, and you will take your punishment then. You better behave when I am gone.”
He took one last look at me, stood up, and left the room.
I was glad he was out of my sight. My body was shaking, and my stomach was doing flips.
My whole nervous system was on high alert.
How long can adrenaline course through your veins before your body burns out?
He was going to come back and let me have it again.
I can’t live like this. I need to get out of this hellhole. This man is deranged, and even though he told me he wouldn’t kill me, how the hell do I know if he’s telling the truth? He murders people for a living.
I am sure he cares as little for me as he did for his victims. My ass is still healing. I hope he doesn’t administer another of his painful spankings. I don’t think I can take it. He said it wouldn’t be pleasant.
It feels like I am going to vomit. Taking a few breaths, I try to calm my anxiety.
I slowly breathe in and out of my nose, trying to lower my heart rate.
I relax my muscles, calming myself down.
After a few minutes, I felt a little more in control.
Still kneeling, I look around the room and realize he didn’t spare any expense on the decor and furniture.
This room was not as plain as his. I looked at the white four-poster bed, and a lump formed in my throat. I can see the divots attached to all four posts. Jesus fucking Christ. He is going to restrain me to this bed, eventually.
I looked down at the hardwoods, gleaming and polished to perfection. A light purple and white Oriental rug covered the middle of the floor.
The walls are thick and painted creamy vanilla. There is a white desk and chair in one corner and two pastel purple chairs in the other two corners of the room. The windows are high toward the top of the ceiling, where I can’t reach them. Then I noticed a chain with a collar hanging from above.
This man is sick in the head.
He was going to hang me from the ceiling!
! I stood up, moved toward the walls, and touched them.
I knew they looked weird. They are thick and padded.
I can hear my heartbeat drumming in my ears.
This looks like a beautifully decorated fucking torture chamber!
My hands start to sweat and shake, and my vision becomes blurry.
I took a couple of deep breaths to calm down.
If this shit keeps up; I am going to have a nervous breakdown.
It took about five minutes before I regained my composure.
On shaky legs, I walked over to the closed door in the far corner.
I gently opened it, peeking inside. I sigh with relief.
It is only a bathroom. In the middle of the floor sits a vast, gleaming copper tub, and a walk-in shower stands in the other corner.
The beautifully tiled shower has a full-size bench. It looks like something out of a celebrity home magazine. His master bathroom was average and a lot less pricey than this one. If he was trying to impress me, it wasn’t working. I continued my inspection of the area.
A toothbrush, an unopened box of toothpaste, a brush, and a comb line the sink alongside different varieties of soap. I haven’t cleaned my teeth since yesterday, and to think, the fucker kissed me.
I hope I tasted like ass!!
I took another deep breath to calm my fucking nerves.
The last thing I need on my plate is to have a damn heart attack.
I took advantage of the situation and brushed my teeth, removing the filmy feeling I had in my mouth.
In my situation, it’s always a good idea to have fresh, minty breath for your kidnapper.
I half sobbed and half laughed at the thought.
I opened the vanity drawers. Inside was a curling iron, a blow dryer, a whole manicure kit, and about ten different shades of nail polish. WTF? I don't know why he would have all those colors in there.
I closed the drawer without a second thought and left the bathroom. I checked out one closet. The top rack had sheets, blankets, pillowcases, pillows, and what looked like blue chucks you put underneath an incontinent person.
What the hell are those for? I shake my head, thinking what a sick tool this quack is, and continue exploring my prison. There isn’t anything else in this closet. I walk over to the second closet and open the door.
My heart lodges in my throat. I put my hand over my mouth, stifling the scream that was working its way up from the pit of my stomach. My mouth was dry, and I kept swallowing hard, pushing the vomit down that was threatening to come up from my queasy insides.
There is a thick, long black whip with knots tied at the end.
It looks like it could be used on a fucking bull.
There is a small black flogger with just strips of leather—no knots attached.
A shiver runs down my spine. Right next to the whips is a long cane made of bamboo wood.
It is thin and shiny. I know if he hits me with this, I’m done for.
There are handcuffs, ankle cuffs, masks, a collar, gags, and different sex toys galore. There are also multiple tubes of lube on the top shelf.
I slammed the door shut and slid down the wall onto the floor. Before covering my ears, I let out a guttural scream from deep within my core. I kick and stamp my gauzed feet on the floor, unraveling my bandages, while I pound my fists into the padded wall. I scream at the top of my lungs.
"Can anyone hear me? Someone help me, please!! I need to get out of here. I am with a madman!!!! He is going to beat me senseless with this fucking shit!!!"
God, what the fuck did I do to deserve this??
The sobs wracked my body until I was utterly exhausted. I just collapsed in a useless heap on the floor, feeling defeated. There was no escape from this house of torture. No one could hear me. No one knew where I was. I felt doomed. I was sure I would die at the hands of this maniac.