He sets the bottle down and then wipes his hand down his pants, like he’s trying to erase me.
But I’m not so easily forgotten.
Even my victims know this. I make sure to leave each of themwith a little present before they die. A piece of me to haunt them in the afterlife.
Ansel turns away and goes to sit on the bed, his back to me.
I’d much rather he were facing me, but he won’t. He’s stubborn. It’s going to be a fight to get him on his knees.
One I’ll happily engage in.
I hook my feet behind the chair legs and start rocking back and forth again, the sound obviously driving Ansel up the wall, because he turns around a few times and glowers at me.
“Stop that.”
“No thanks,” I reply happily.
He tries to ignore me, pulling out a pair of earphones. He attempts to put them in, but I stop him. “Wouldn’t do that. You won’t hear me coming then.”
“Shut up,” he says, putting the earphones down and making my heart swell. I’ll teach him as best I can while I’m here with him. I can’t have him being reckless.
I continue rocking, feeling the already weak chair legs starting to go. I could slam myself down like I originally planned, but why do that when this is getting under Ansel’s skin so deliciously?
It doesn’t take long.
Just a few minutes later, I crash to the floor, Ansel shouting in surprise at the sound. He rushes over to me, my ass on the floor, my hands still behind my back but easily accessible. The knot has loosened enough for my hands to once more be unrestrained.
He gapes at what was once a chair, now splintered in pieces. “What the fuck? You did this on purpose?”
“I would never,” I say with a smile, his dickright there. I eye it and see it twitch behind those jeans.
“You would. You’re a fucking menace.”
“And what are you?” I ask, shifting a little closer, wanting to rub my face against his groin and inhale. But before I can, he steps back and looks around the small shack. He’s deciding what to do next. I can’t wait to see what he comes up with.
There aren’t many places he can tie me up. With the chair broken,there’s really only the bed. This cabin is wonderfully small. When his eyes land on the bed, I bite back a groan.
Just like I hoped. He fucking better make all my dreams come true.
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it? You broke the chair on purpose.” I shrug, and he stares down at me. “I should knock you out again.”
“How about, instead, you restrain me better. That’s always the most important thing when kidnapping someone. You have to make sure they don’t escape.”
His eyes meet mine before he stomps away.
“I’m not listening to him. I refuse,” I hear him murmur. “This is crazy. I’m going fucking crazy.”
I sit among the rubble I created and wait for him to return. I should get up and clean up the mess I made, but I don’t. Selfish really. I want to see him bend over in those jeans. Look at that ass while he works.
He closes the door to the bathroom, and I hear the water turn on. I don’t know why he left me like this. If it were anyone else, they’d escape. But maybe he knows I won’t go anywhere.
I like that he trusts me, but I hate how reckless he’s being.
When he returns, his face freshly scrubbed, he points to the bed.
“Get up and get over there.”
“You should really never leave your victim alone for that long.”
