They were attached to adjustable chains to keep the person comfortable or uncomfortable, depending on the session. I wanted to keep my Kitten comfortable. This wasn't a punishment. I confined her so she wouldn't shred the bandages apart again if she had another meltdown.
I know she won't appreciate being restrained, but that's too bad. She will have to deal with it. I don't need more blood dripping from her wounds onto my floor and her sheets.
I looked at my spread-eagled sleeping girl. My shirt is so fucking huge on her; it looks comical. As soon as she wakes from her drug-induced coma, I will bathe and feed her. She's probably starving, and she will be very thirsty from the drug.
I haven't decided whether or not she can wear clothes.
She still has a few punishments hanging over her head. I will make all her decisions for her until she submits to me and has come to terms with her fate. I took one last look at her before leaving the room. Although she was restrained, I still locked her door.
I knew it was ridiculous for me to think this way, but for some reason, I thought she could still escape. I know there is no way out of those cuffs, but the irrational part of my brain, the part that fears losing her, doesn’t want to hear it.
I went back into the kitchen to fix lunch for the both of us. Tuna has free rein of the place until I re-home him, hopefully by tomorrow. Joey sat at the island, eyeing me.
I raised my brows.
“What? Do you have something on your mind?”
He shifted in his seat, trying to get comfortable.
“Well, I have some questions now that I have your attention. What are you going to do with the girl? And does she know you are giving away her cat?”
I looked up at my sibling; my face was void of emotion.
“Well, if you need to know, and obviously you do, I am keeping the girl for myself. She is going to be accompanying us to the island, where she will stay with me, my staff, and anyone else who inhabits the estate until either she dies or I die. She is my property now. As far as her cat? She knows I will find the critter a good home. I promised her I would, and I don't go back on my word. You know that.”
Joey ran his fingers through his hair and cleared his throat.
"Ok. She is yours, and I know you will never change your mind, but if you are trying to make her fall in love with you, Atlas, I don’t think this is how to do it. Having grown up with you, I know how possessive you are, but it is your life, and I will never interfere with it. I am sure she isn’t too happy about you giving away her pet, but that is something to work out between the two of you. That is all I have to say, and now I will forget about it.”
I looked at my younger brother and shrugged.
“I am not trying to get her to fall in love with me. She is my property to be used as I please. I will reward her for good behavior. I don’t love her. I’m obsessed with her, that is all. I don’t want children, and I will never get married. I took her because I wanted to. I will train her to obey me. As far as her cat? No, she wasn’t happy, but I don’t give a fuck. She will get used to it. Besides, the cat will be better off in a new home. I am not a fan of fucking litter stinking up my house. That's my decision. Any more questions?”
Joey rubbed his chin.
“No, that’s it. Do you need me anymore this morning? I have some errands I would like to run, if you don’t mind.”
I shook my head while still preparing lunch.
“No, you are free for a while. I would rather be alone with Kit when she wakes up. If I need you, I will text you."
My brother turned his head, looking for the cat.
I snapped my fingers, remembering I needed his help with fashion. I knew only how to choose sexy lingerie when it came to shopping for a woman.
"Oh, I'll need you to buy her some new clothes and underwear at some point this week. I know how much you love to shop, and you have good taste. I will pick out the lingerie online and give you the list; the rest is up to you."
Forgetting about the cat, my brother stood up, pulling his shorts down from his ball sac, gave me the thumbs up, and wished me luck before leaving. I was relieved he was gone.
I didn’t feel like answering any more of his questions right now. What I do with my life is my business, no one else’s…period. I put our lunch on a tray and carried it back to Kit's room, closing the door so Tuna wouldn’t stroll in and get her panties in a bunch. Oh, that's right, she isn't wearing any. I laughed as I set the tray on the desk. I took a seat in the chair and watched her. My Kitten was waking up.
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.
