“It's not that I don’t want to eat, Atlas. My appetite is gone because I'm depressed being caged up in this room twenty-four hours a day, every day. I’m going bananas! I am not an animal. Even if I were an animal, someone releases them from their pens at least once a day.”
He looked at me withno emotion on his face.
“So, what are you telling me? You will not eat unless you get some fresh air and sunshine?”
I clenched my fists in my lap, feeling frustrated with him. “You are not hearing me, Atlas. I need to get the fuck out of this goddamn room. If you want me to eat again, you need to let me out of here. I don’t care if it is just in the main house or the backyard; please, free me from this prison.”
He reached out and cupped my chin, tilting my head to meet his gaze. His grey eyes locked with mine. I could feel the tears threatening to spill.
His voice was very soft.
“Kitten, I am not a blithering idiot. I understand you perfectly. I would love to take you out somewhere and let you frolic in the sun, but your picture has been all over the news, so that is not an option. Once we leave here, you can run wherever you wish. You will have miles of sun and sand, but for now, I can only permit you into the main house and allow you to swim in the basement pool.”
I perked up immediately when he said I could go into the main houseandswim in a pool I never knew existed. I grinned from ear to ear at the fantastic news.
I couldn’t wait to scope the place and figure out how to get out of here. Gaining his trust would be tricky, and it also meant complying with his demands without the attitude. I had toactlike I was falling for him; I guess.
I needed something to keep my brain occupied because doing nothing was slowly killing me. “I would love that, Atlas. You promise you will let me out of here?”
He looked at me with a slight smile.
“I promise,pet. But you better behave yourself. If you try anything stupid like running away, I swear I will paddle your ass raw, making sure you can’t sit for a month, and I will do it without the pussy pleaser.”
I could feel my heart almost flop out of my chest once the words spilled from his mouth. If I got the chance to get out of here, I had to make sure he couldnevercatch me.
I knew he would beat me black and blue and maybe even open my skin. The thought made me want to vomit, but I kept my composure and didn’t flinch on the outside.
“I understand what would happen if I tried to run from you. That isn’t my plan. I need to get away from these four walls, that’s all.” I could see he didn’t trust me by the doubtful look on his face.
“Okay, as long as you understand the consequences if you betray me again. Now, I want you to eat breakfast, shower, and dress. I will take you to the main house and show you where the pool is. If you can throw me down and take the remote from my pocket, I will let you go.”
He tilted his head back, laughing. I smiled sweetly at him, although I wanted to kick him in his balls for the cruel taunt. He knows damn well I can’t whoop his ass like he does mine—the asshole.
I finished most of my breakfast. I didn't realize how hungry I was. It's a fact that being depressed suppresses the rumbling hunger in your stomach.
After Atlas checked my butt, ensuring all the welts he left on me last week were gone, he allowed me to shower alone for a change.
My feet were finally healed, so I was ready to run when the chance presented itself. I had to take my time planning the next steps.
I didn't want to blow it. When I got out of the shower, I went to the bed, where he laid out my summer frock, thong and bathing suit. My heart fluttered with joy when I saw he left my door open.Fuck yes!He was letting me out. I couldn’t contain my excitement.
Chapter 21
Atlas
I knew my pet was happy to be allowed some freedom. After having her here with me for almost two weeks, it was time to ease up on her confinement.
I was aware of why she wasn’t eating. I knew she would become depressed being locked in her room twenty-four hours a day. I understand how psychological conditioning works, and I have been mind fucking her from the beginning.
Although I staged everything to happen the way it did, I was still concerned about her appetite.
I didn't want her to lose any weight. She is perfect the way she is, but I think she is a little too thin. I also assume she is planning to escape. Why wouldn’t she?
The desire to escape one's tormentor is understandable, even if I don't believe I torment her.
I've treated her like royalty since I took her. I have given her multiple orgasms and massaged her back,feet, and head daily. She receives excellent care from me. I promised in exchange for the use of her beautiful body that I would do anything for her, and I meant it.
My brother Joey has been forming a bond with her for the last couple of weeks. He loves painting her nails and dressing her up. She's like a real-life Barbie doll he gets to play with. He has spoken to me multiple times about letting her go. I told him that would not happen.
