Chapter 33
Kitlyn
I was bawling again, thanks to Atlas and his ludicrous plan. Although I tried to hold the tears back, I couldn’t. I felt so many messed-up emotions, but mostly, I felt hurt and a deep sense of loss. A loss for the future children I would never have. I was angry beyond measure.
What gave him the right to have me sterilized?
Atlas brought his lips to my ear.
He spoke barely above a whisper.
“Kitten, you are upset, so let it all out. I will allow you to strike me, criticize me, or do whatever you need to and get it off your chest. Then, I don't want to speak of it again."
He still held me while stroking my hair.
His voice was gentle and controlled.
"The procedure will be done when we land on the island. I have a makeshift hospital room in the mansion because the nearest hospital is miles away, and we have to take the plane to get there. It is safe and equipped with everything a medical center has. The doctor has already tended to you. The procedure is quick and safe.”
I looked at him through red-rimmed eyes. The sobs were coming quickly and violently. It felt like my broken heart was being ripped from my chest.
I couldn't believe this man was going to sterilize me for his own pleasure. I am not a fucking animal.
I am a human being who has had most of her rights stripped by a fucking self-centered guy!!! He couldn't give me one choice, not one!!! If I felt any feelings for this asshole in my fucked-up head, this decision sowed the seed of pure hatred in me.
I was furious, and since he gave me the green light to let him have it, I would not hold back anything.
All the rage and hate came tumbling to the surface.
His kidnapping me, practically raping me, taking away my choices, subjecting me to his fucked-up games, and everything else I endured these past five weeks came to a head.
I felt the heat rush to my cheeks, and the sweat break out on my neck. I jumped off his lap and stood over him with fire burning in my eyes. Even sitting down, he was still large and threatening, but I didn't give a shit. Not this time.
I was going to tell him how I felt, holding nothing back . He just sat there, not moving an inch, allowing me to express my feelings.
He sat still while I berated and lashed out at him.
"How fucking dare you make this decision for me?
Who the fuck do you think you are? I am a goddamn human being with feelings, not an animal with no rights.
If you are so worried about having kids, why don't you have a vasectomy?
Why do you have to sterilize me? You do know birth control is ninety-nine percent effective, or are you that fucking stupid? "
I remained angry and continued despite seeing his dark scowl. I continued to attack him verbally, and then I lashed out physically. My fists pounded his chest, then I kicked him in the balls with all my might. Before I realized what I had done, he clutched at his groin, doubling over in pain.
He could hardly speak and was short of breath.
"Kit"…gasp, gasp.
He fell out of his chair onto his knees, clutching his nuts. He could barely get any air into his lungs.
"Jesus, I can’t move, Kit-."
My eyes flew open, surprised at how vulnerable my kidnapper was right now. He didn't even have enough strength to take a breath. Shit! I could not believe my luck. There was a set of handcuffs at the end of the table.
Wow! God finally answered my prayers.
I grabbed them quickly before he regained his strength. I quickly latched one end of the cuff onto his wrist, locking it firmly, and hooked the other end to the table leg.
I hoped he wasn't strong enough to break the bolts that held the table down. He was still on his knees, doubled over, but his breathing wasn't as shallow and labored.
I had little time to give a shit about how he was feeling. I needed to move fast. This was my chance to escape. While he was still cradling his balls with his free hand, I hurried to the bedroom and grabbed another set of cuffs.
I cautiously brought them back to the kitchen, ensuring he was still immobile.
His face was flushed with anger. He narrowed his eyes at me. I could see the fire burning in his gaze. My hands trembled slightly as I came to stand before him.
Even though he was bound, I was still nervous he would somehow take me over his knee and whip my ass. I trained my eyes on him for a minute. He could not free himself. The man wasn't going anywhere! Now, I was in charge and loved it. He spoke calmly.
"Kitten, do nothing stupid. Maybe I was being unreasonable with my plan. Release me, and we can discuss it. I am not mad, just a little stunned, that's all."
He was still groaning, holding his groin.
" I allowed you to vent on me, and boy, you sure did."
I laughed at him, then sneered.
"Oh, now you want to give me a choice? How does being on the other end of the stick feel, Atlas? Tell me how it feels to be helpless while another person controls you?"
I had to be very careful because his legs were still free. All he had to do was move quickly and sweep them under my feet; then I would be on my ass.
I wasn't stupid enough to get too close to him. There was no time to waste. I looked at him sternly.
"I asked you a fucking question, Pet. Answer me, or I will punish you, and you will take it like a good boy."
He looked at me with a slight smile, lowering his lids.
"Ah, Kitten, you are upset and have every right to be. As for your question? If you wanted to play a kinky game with me, all you had to do was say so. I would have happily obliged." He smirked again.
His attempt at humor didn't amuse me.
I didn't think it was funny at all. I needed to subdue him one more time, so I ran over to him and kicked him in the nuts again while he was still weak. The blow was much harder than the first time.
He still had one free hand; I had to make sure he couldn't grab me with it.
"Ahhhh, Jesus fucking Christ!!!
He hissed through clenched teeth.
His face turned crimson, and he doubled over, trying to regain his breath. I ran behind him and kicked him forward so he was lying on his stomach. Once he lay sprawled on the kitchen floor, I cuffed his ankles.
He had one free arm, but he was clutching his nuts with it, so I had to move fast. When I was sure he couldn't escape, I stepped back to look at my handiwork. I had to feel my face to ensure this was real.
What a beautiful sight before me. Big, tough, ruthless Atlas, lying on his stomach with both legs cuffed together, and one wrist tethered to the table leg while he still cradled his balls with his free hand.
I had to secure his other arm before I took my revenge, and then I would leave this place and never look back.
I returned to the closet and grabbed a tie and another set of cuffs.
When I returned to the kitchen, he was lying on his side.
Aside from being an assassin, I forget his thorough training with the Seals and Delta forces.
I grabbed a knife from the kitchen drawer.
He still had one free hand, and, lord, I didn't trust him not to reach out and grab me. I stood over him, barking orders, with the knife pointed at him.
"Give me your free hand, Atlas, and don't try anything funny, or I will fucking kill you, I swear."
His face was no longer an angry red. He was very calm, given the situation. How does he even know I won't kill him?
He looks like he doesn’t have a care in the world right now. He extended his free hand out to me.
"No, place it next to your other one," I ordered.
He did as he was told, with no resistance. I secured his other wrist with one hand, while pointing the knife at him with my other. Now, he was totally at my mercy. I looked at him with a deviant smile spread across my face. It was my turn to be the tormentor for a little while.
I knew I couldn’t push my luck too far. One of his brothers could come for a visit, but that was unlikely. Atlas was a very scheduled man.
I threw the knife on the counter, then turned my attention back to my bound-up prisoner.
"Can you get on your back, cuffed as you are, pet?”
I couldn't help the sarcasm.
It was my turn to be the asshole, and I would not disappoint. He snorted, still grinning at me.
"I can get on my back, Kitten. I can get back on my knees as well." My lips pursed together as I walked over to him.
"Then get on your fucking back so you're facing me.
I have some business to attend to before I leave here and never return.
" Even after all I had just done to him, he still looked at me with a painful expression.
Like the thought of my leaving would be the death of him.
For a moment, I felt a bitter taste of revulsion flit across my tongue for what I was about to do.