"I hate using rubbers, so I will have birth control implanted into your arm. I can't risk you forgetting to take a pill."
Her eyes narrowed, and she gave me a dirty look, but kept quiet. It's a good thing for her I let the eye roll go for now. It was something that would cease once her training began. I didn't want us to get off on the wrong foot by having to discipline her so soon for her smart mouth and shitty attitude. I can be nice like that.
Chapter 5
Kitlyn
Is this fucking lunatic for real? He wants me to choose between either being kidnapped or allowing him to use and abuse me in my home while he takes me against my will anyway and does whatever he wants to me. That doesn't seem to be a very fair deal.
He had already mapped out the plan to have birth control implanted in my arm, so he must have been thinking about this for a while. I can't picture myself being on call twenty-four hours a day for his sick, perverted sex games.
His wanting to track me like a dog makes me angry. I know he knows I am looking at him like he’s a psycho, which he is!Think Kit, think!!
I have to find a way out of this mess, but how? There is no way in hell I could take him in a fight, plus he has my gun tucked into his jeans. How did I even get here?
Shit like this only happens in dark romance novels and on Netflix. Not in real life! He's smirking while stripping me with his eyes. What an arrogant pig! I want to smack the grin right off his face, but I'm not that brave.
He smiled, rubbing his chin.
“I am waiting, Kitten. What is it going to be?”
I sigh, shrugging. "Either way, I am fucked."
He laughs at me with an evil gleam in his eyes.
“Yes, my pet, either way, you are going to get fucked good and hard; you can count on that.”
I sneered in his face, holding my tongue, not wanting to set him off. God only knows what he is capable of.
I glared at him angrily.
“If I stay here at home, can you at least tell me what to expect? I think you owe me that much."
He grabbed my hand, squeezing gently.
I didn't pull away for fear of retaliation.
"Sure, pet. Let me explain the rules of the game.”
Is this a game to him? God, why can't I get up enough guts to haul off and punch him in the mouth?
Oh, I know why, because I don’t want to die tonight. I must be very gracious to this psychopath. He could kill me instantly, and I'm not ready to knock on heaven's door anytime soon, so I will behave for now.
I need to figure out what makes him tick. I got an A in human behavior while taking a few psych classes, so I will see how much I learned.
He’s staring at me with those piercing grey eyes, making me shift nervously in my seat.
“You see, pet,youare what I want."
I hate to break the news to ya. I’m not your pet loser!
His stare bore into me, making me feel jittery.
"I don’t know why I feel the way I do, but my need for you is overwhelming, so I gave in to my obsession and stopped analyzing its absurdity. I’ve known most of my life that I am notnormalby society's standards."
No shit asshole.
"I came to grips with that a long time ago. I have always taken what I wanted, and it makes no difference to me whether it is an object or a person. I decided I wanted you, and that sealed your fate."
