CADE
The day passes with Ansel feeding me two more protein bars and more water. Each time, I make sure to lick his fingers, even sucking on them a little. He curses and blushes, acting like he’s offended. I might buy it if his fingers didn’t linger on my lips. If they didn’t return there immediately after he scolds me.
Ansel wants me as much as I do him. He’s just trying to behave.
Adorable, if I do say so myself. If he keeps this up, he’ll have me eating out of the palm of his hand.
Given I’m willingly keeping myself as his victim, it’s safe to say he already does. Maybe once I’ve fucked him, my brain will return to normal. I’ll be able to move on from this…fixation, and everything will be fine.
That’s if you leave here alive.
It’s a good point. Ansel isn’t likely to kill me, but I still don’t knowwhohe’s waiting for. He’s checked his phone several times, his frown deepening with whatever he was or wasn’t seeing.
I’m not overly concerned. I’ve faced worse odds in the past and walked away. I will this time, too.
The light outside has faded now. While I’ve been content to justlounge in bed all day and ogle Ansel, I’m starting to get uncomfortable. “Hey, butterfly?”
“Hmm?” He doesn’t look up from his phone, nor does he protest at the nickname. He’s probably given up. The more he insists he hates it, the more inclined I am to use it.
Ansel’s a smart man. He’s learning how I tick with each hour that passes.
Does he realize I’m doing the same with him?
“Who are A and N?”
His eyes flash up to meet mine.
“Why?”
“I see it carved into the wall here. I’m assuming A is you. Who is N?”
He looks away from me. “A friend.”
“You carved it while in this bed?”
Now I’m getting jealous. Who the fuck is N?
“It’s not what you’re thinking, you perv. Now leave me alone.”
I sigh, knowing I won’t get much further with him on this. Maybe one day he’ll tell me who the mystery “friend” is.
“I’d love to obey, but I really need a shower.”
Ansel’s hands freeze over the screen once more. He doesn’t look at me this time. In fact, he’s been pointedlynotlooking at me ever since returning from the other room this morning. I don’t blame him. If he had been the one tied to the bed naked, I wouldn’t want to look at him either. Not if I wanted to hold on to my control, anyway. “What?”
“I need a shower,” I repeat slowly. “You know, that thing you had this morning where you get all clean and shiny?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because,” he blusters, twisting his phone in his hands, “it’s not necessary. I’ve fed you and kept you hydrated. That’s all you need.”
“Hygiene is very important too. Were you not taught that as a child?”
Ansel rolls his eyes. “Weren’t you taught that people who’ve been kidnapped should be silent?”
Actually, I was taught the opposite. How to make my victims scream and beg for death. “I’m not sure my father ever planned on me being kidnapped.”
