Chapter 14
Kitlyn
I tried to open my eyes, but they were stuck together. Both lids fluttered back and forth as I struggled to focus. Christ, it took a few minutes to hold them open.
I attempted to move my arms, but they wouldn't budge.
Panicking, I pulled harder, not completely coherent yet, as I made more of an effort to gain my wits from the fucking shit he injected into my arm.
I finally realized I was restrained. My heart drummed in my ears as I fought against the chains, struggling to break free.
My throat felt like it was going to close up any minute as the panic mounted. I didn’t like being helpless. That gives the bastard more power over me, and of course, that's what he wants. I could see him sitting in the chair near the desk opposite from me.
He stretched his long legs out before him, folded his arms across his chest, and smiled at me. He watched me panicking without saying a word. I tried moving my legs as well, but they were restrained, too.
The bastard had me spread eagle on the bed, totally helpless. What a fucking jerk. I remember him threatening to chain me if I didn’t behave and suck all my juices off his finger. I felt the blood rush to my face when I thought about how he had humiliated me.
I licked his finger clean to avoid being chained up, but here I am, restrained anyway. My mouth was dry, most likely an effect of the drug he gave me. I felt like I had a thick paste on my tongue.
When I finally got my bearings, I exploded, unable to withstand another minute of being treated like a fucking animal. I shot daggers at my kidnapper.
“What the hell! Why am I in chains? I thought if I obeyed you earlier, you wouldn’t confine me to the bed?”
With the slightest grin on his handsome face, he walked over and reached out to caress my cheek.
“Ah, my Kitten is finally awake. This has nothing to do with how well you sucked my finger. You are bound because you reopened your wounds from your earlier meltdown. That’s why I gave you the medicine and put you to sleep.
Per the doctor's orders, you need to stay off your feet for a few days to allow them to heal. I will keep you cuffed to the bed until I’m finished speaking.
It is time to learn what I expect from you, and then we can discuss what you found in the closet. ”
He walked to the desk, sweeping his arm toward the food tray with a big smile on his face.
“I prepared lunch for the both of us. I am sure you are hungry and thirsty. We will eat while we chat, then you will bathe, and I will get you dressed in your own clothes for the day. The only reason I am not keeping you naked is because my brother may pop back in again."
Wow, what a true gentleman.
I perked up as soon as he mentioned my clothes. My eyes gazed at him, feeling hopeful.
I am worried about Tuna, my baby. That little fur bag is my life. I have no family to speak of. He is all I have besides my friend Becca.
“You really went to my house? How is my cat? What did you do with him? Is he okay?”