Chapter 15
POV: Gabrielle?
The next morning, I expected him to arrive right on time, as he always did—breakfast served at 7:00 am sharp.
But as 7:00 am rolled around— then turned into 7:15 then 7:30 then 7:45 then 8:00 am, I realized that he wasn’t coming.
He was still angry with me.
So I got to my feet, placed both hands on my hips and stared up at the camera, “C’mon Dane, really? You’re really going to play this game?”
But no response came.
And that only ticked me off more.
“Hello?” I called out to the camera again but nothing–not even a peep out of him.
He was really going to ignore me, wasn’t he?
What a self absorbed, psychotic prick. I guess I should’ve expected behavior like this out of him since everything he did was to test me.
I wasn’t going to apologize, I wasn’t going to give him what he wanted—subordination.
Because I didn’t feel bad that I ran or tried to get away and free myself of his prison. In truth, I would do it again if I could.
Well, fuck it, if he’s going to ignore me for now then I’ll take a shower—a shower free of his watchful eye, though he swore he didn’t have cameras in here, I wondered how much that I could really trust a kidnapper.
As soon as I got into the shower and placed myself under the hot, soothing water, I heard the door unlock. By the time I was able to grab a towel, dry my feet so I wouldn’t slip and exit the bathroom, he was gone and in place was a rather larger blue cooler and a tray of breakfast food.
I stared down at the items—chocolate chip pancakes, bacon, sausage, scrambled eggs, coffee with cream, a plastic cup of orange juice and plastic silverware.
Then I opened the lid of the cooler and peered inside.
It wasn’t the usual cooler that Dane left, this one was far bigger.
And inside held a day’s worth of lunch. Two sandwiches, carrots and ranch, an apple, a banana, a bag of chips, 3 cookies and a bottle of soda.
I scoffed, looking up at the camera. “Really, Dane? So you’re not going to speak to me all day? Is this my punishment?
Silence.
As expected.
I grabbed the tray in hand and slouched down on the bed.
I guess I should’ve expected that he would ignore me after what I pulled last night, I just didn’t think he had it in him.
And I guess I shouldn’t count him out just yet, it was only 9 am after all and he still had plenty of hours to give in.
But 3 more hours went by and I was bored as shit, especially since I finished all of the True Killer episodes he downloaded to that damned CD he had brought me. And now I had nothing to but think of the fact he was ignoring me.
I guess Dane’s company meant something after all, at least it kept me…entertained.
I bit into a carrot then cracked open a soda. While doing so I stared up at the camera, knowing he was probably watching me. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing me bored and irritated.
I bit into the carrot, the crunch echoing through the room, as I stared up at the camera, unblinking. “Are you enjoying your show, Dane?”
No response.
I finished the sandwich, carrots, as well as the soda then folded my arms against my chest and stared up at the camera.
Hours went by and Dane didn’t say a word.
He was really going to do this. He wasn’t going to back down.
So I decided that two can play this game.
And one of us can play it better. That one being me.
So, I decided to do the only thing I knew would agitate him.
I reached for the dildo on my nightstand, holding it up for a good camera view.
And…nothing.
I guess I have to go a step further.
I slid down my pajama pants, tossing them to the floor then spread my legs wide, exposing my unsexy, brown underwear.
Hey, a girl deserves to be comfy when she’s a captive.
Thank god, my period was basically over and thankfully I was on birth control for most of my life, right up until I was kidnapped, so there would be little blood.
“Do you like watching?” I asked the camera, as I pressed “on button” on the dildo and heard the vibration begin.
Nothing.
Well, here goes nothing. I could use a good orgasm.
I ran the tip of the dildo along my clothed slit and pressed my head back into the pillow and the moan came easily from my throat.
“Does this turn you on?”
Nothing.
I continued running the dildo down my clothed slit, wetting my panties and causing another moan to escape my mouth.
Let’s turn things up a notch.
I placed the dildo down on the bed, then slowly began to slip the underwear down my legs and toss it to the floor.
“How about this, Dane? Does this do it for you?” I yelled out, clutching the dildo in hand, widening my legs and slipping the dildo down my slit.
The skin to skin contact almost caused me to scream.
“No? How about this?” I asked, as I slid the dildo further down my clit, massaging it and enjoying the friction from the vibration. Then I opened my legs wider and pressed the dildo against my entranceway and took the length of it.
A moan expelled from my mouth loud enough to echo throughout the entire room. “Is this what you like, Dane?”
Nothing.
So I kept going.
I thrusted the dildo inside of me, coating the length of it with my slickness and stared at the camera as I did. There was a bit of blood along the girth.
“Do you like watching me get off, Dane? Seeing me fuck myself with a dildo while I’m still bleeding?” I gritted my teeth.
Nothing.
I knew I was driving him insane.
Good, he deserved it.
I ran the dildo along my clit and transitioned to pumping it back inside me—over and over, bringing myself to the edge with each thrust and stroke.
I moaned louder and louder, until I felt my eyes fluttering closed as the orgasm came to its peak.
I pushed the dildo all the way inside of me, holding it in place as I came all over it.
And as the orgasm flushed over me, I screamed, “Dane!” Knowing damn well that would drive him fucking insane.
My cheeks were flushed, the dildo was coated with my cum and a bit of blood, and my breathing was heightened. I knew I had him.
A smile crept over my face as I stared up at the camera.
He might’ve won last round but I sure as hell won this one.