I waited for a good five minutes, making sure Sabastian really was gone. Maybe he was waiting forme to move before barging in here and demanding me to stay on the bed. But, a small part of my brain told me that if that had been the case, then I’d have been tied more to the bed instead of getting a leash.
A freaking leash. I snuffed out a breath. I wasn’t a freaking animal, despite what Sir thought. I didn’t need to be chained to a place to be kept in a room. I knew how to obey orders.
Wiping a tear from my cheek, having given it no permission to escape, I forced all my thoughts to stop. I knew Sir was one sick man, but no matter where I went, I didn’t get a say over any single thing in my life. From what I ate, to where I slept, to what someone did to my body.
Too keyed up to stay sitting, I slowly moved off the bed. The chain jangled, but I ignored it. Walking towards the bathroom, the leash gave me more than enough space for me to use the bathroom if I needed to.
It made me wonder if Sabastian had other people like me in his house.
Making my way to the window, which happened to face the backyard, or so I assumed, there wasn’t anything to see other than grass, trees, and more trees.
It seemed like the tree line was either the edge of the property or a makeshift fence. It certainly was a good place for monsters to hide.
I made a mental note to never let Sabastian know that I knew about the monsters that were out there. I hadn’t seen them as they liked to hide in the dark, but sometimes, I could hear them. With Sir, I could hear them scratching at the windows, begging to be let in. They cried for me to come out, too.
Turning away, I put my back to the window. There wasn’t freedom out there. The only freedom I’d ever be able to find would be in death. And it didn’t seem like that was going to happen any time soon.
As my shoulders dropped, I made my way back to the bed and sat against the headboard. The only sound other than my breathing and heartbeat was a ticking clock somewhere.
I jerked when the air conditioner kicked on, cooler air blowing across my bare legs.
Letting my eyes take in the room since there was no one to stop me, I made note of where the dresser was. As the man said, there was a handful of snack bars and water sitting on the top, right next to a flat-screen TV. The remote was right underneath it. Although I could turn it on, Sabastian didn’t say I could.
On the other side of the room was a bookshelf, filled with way too many books. Some were at angles, some were flat on their sides instead of being sat in a way one could read the titles.
Having nothing else to do, and not spotting my suitcase that Sir had given me to pack anywhere, I stood from the bed once again.
I never thought I’d miss my things, little as they were. But at least I had the forethought to pack my one journal and a few pens. I could at least doodle while I waited for whatever was going to happen next.
Sitting down in front of the bookcase, not touching, I glanced over at the titles that I could read. Some were…oddly named. Some were in a type of font I couldn’t read.
It was a mess. One I could, at least fix.
Taking down each row, I sorted through them, putting the books together by author.
I tried not to look too closely at the covers. Some were simple, artsy types of things. Flowers, landscapes, and a lake. But others were of naked people on the front. Most were in positions that left little to imagine. It made my skin crawl.
I didn’t linger on them long. The less I knew, the better.
I took my time, putting them back on the shelf. It was better, organized, and neat. There was even more room now.
On the last row, there were a few books that were different, though. The fronts weren’t like the others. And one stood out more than the others.
A simple pacifier, the title,Daddy’s Littlein bright green at the top. It was thin, maybe a hundred pages, if that.
Nothing else. Nothing to tell me really what the book could be about on the front.
Flipping it over, I looked around the room to see if I was still alone. It felt like I was being watched, which wasn’t a surprise. But I didn’t feel like I was alone, either.
Would I get in trouble for reading something?
Sabastian didn’t say if I could or not mess with things in the room. But if he didn’t want me to look, to touch things, then he’d have given me orders not to, or at least shortened the chain.
The back of the book only had a very short passage of what the book contained, which really didn’t give me clues on what was inside. Just a description of what alittlewas, and four capital letters that only left more confusion in its wake.
Standing with the book in my grasp, I went back to the bed. Sitting on the floor, back against thenightstand and side against the side of the bed, I opened the first page and began to read.
My eyes widened as I began to read. Each word burning into my brain.
