Nothing works. I try comfortable things, attractive things, and delicious things. The hours tick past and she ignores it all, sticking to her horribly uncomfortable cage. I know she sneaks out in the middle of the night to use the bathroom, but she runs as fast as she can and doesn’t linger for longer than she has to.
I let her. I don’t tell her that I know. She probably assumes as much, anyway. There’s a deep intelligence behind her uncooperative eyes that I haven’t even begun to explore. I’ve thought about taking advantage of the situation and trying to catch her. Shutting the door to her cage and leaving her with no escape. But that’s not what I want. I need her to want to come to me. But I’m getting impatient.
I can’t help but question my tactics. I came into this assuming she was just another mafia princess, but my princess is clearly much more than that. She has this reserve of strength hidden deep inside of her that she’s drawing from. I don’t know where it comes from, not yet at least, but I want to know. I want to know everything about her.
The darkness inside of me rears its ugly head every time I go into her room, wanting to take her, use her, and destroy her. It wants to be fed, and its voice is getting louder and louder.
But there’s another feeling inside of me keeping the darkness at bay.
I don’t know how to explain it. It’s something like a mix of curiosity and pity. I want to learn about the girl, to get inside of her head and pick its beauty clean. I also hate what the scars on her flesh mean, and I want her to give into me so that I can stop keeping her in a cage. I want her to break for her own sake as much as for mine.
But she’s stubborn. Beautiful and stubborn.
I lean back in my chair, keeping one eye on the live feed of my princess in her cage while I go back through old tapes. I watch myself walk into the room with a comfortable chair and place it in the corner. I set up a table and cover it with a blanket and scarves and other warm, cozy things. She ignores it all, every single one of these items.
I stop when I get to the moment I’m waiting for. I watch as I walk into the room and get close to her cage. She moves away like she’s afraid, but I pause and zoom in on her face.
It’s grainy, but I can make out her expression clearly.
She’s not afraid. She’s interested. She’s watching me with wide eyes, but her face doesn’t betray an ounce of terror. Instead, it looks like she’s watching someone she’s curious about.
I skip ahead to the next day and find a similar moment. As I get close to her cage, I watch her face again in slow motion.
It’s more pronounced this time. She’s afraid, of course, but there’s something else in her eyes.
She wants me.
The thought hits me like a train. My princess wants me. Her face quickly changes as I continue watching, but there’s no mistaking it. I go back and watch again, smiling to myself, feeling something stir in my chest. It’s a deep, deep desire for her body, a desire which I am beginning to realize she shares for mine.
I’ve seen that look on women’s faces hundreds of times in my life. There’s no mistaking it. I’ve had my fair share of women, and I know how they look when they see something they want. It’s not always obvious, but if you know what you’re looking for, it’s always there.
Wide eyes. Lips parted ever so slightly. Tongue against the teeth.
My dirty little princess.
She wants to taste my cock sliding down her throat. She wants to feel my cock press between her legs as I whisper in her ear, telling her how slick her cunt is, how dirty she is for letting me have her body however I want.
I can already see it. She wants to be a filthy slut for me.
I look back at the live feed and frown again. Although she wants me, she’s doing a damn good job of hiding it. She’s resisting it with all of her willpower, and so far she’s done an incredible job. It took me a while to even really notice it, but now I can exploit it. Use it. Break her.
Make her mine.
I feel newly energized, but my problems haven’t changed. I need a new tactic, something to gain her trust.
She can’t resist me forever. Hell, she doesn’t want to.
I get up and walk into my main room, a plan already beginning to take shape in my mind.
I press my thumb against the scanner and the door opens. I step inside, my heart quickening the way it does every time I come near her. I slide sideways, carrying the chalkboard and the chalk in my hands.
She looks up at me, that gorgeous face almost openly curious. I walk toward her and she backs off, but I catch the look of desire. She can’t hide it from me, not this time.
“Hello princess,” I say, smiling. She watches me as I set up the chalkboard on top of the table facing her cage. I leave and grab a clock from outside before returning with it. I set up the clock next to the board and look back at her.
She’s watching me closely. I want to walk into that cage and pull her out by her ankle and take her right here and now, but I won’t. I can't do that to my princess, not until she’s begging for it.
“Do you know what this is?” I ask her.
