It was important to know everyone in the lives of those in my world.
Her hands clenched into fists, the muscles around her mouth twitching, but if she had any other reaction, I couldn’t see it through the curtain of her long, beautiful hair.
“Angry, little sinner?” I asked softly, feeling that darkness within me start to bloom and grow.
She immediately forced her hands out of their fists and stepped back, doing her best to ease the tension from her muscles without actually moving.
I felt my own smile grow. “You want blood,” I purred, watching her chin angle ever so slightly as if she were suddenly paying more attention. “You seemed so passive at the auction that night, so unemotional on the day they baptized more children, yet this is the truth,” I went on, slowly walking around her. “Deep down, underneath the grooming, the beatings, therules, you know how wrong all of this is. All of those children being shipped off to other churches, toyourchurch, being beat and groomed just like you.” I stopped behind her, close enough to hear the shift in her breathing. “Do you know what a queen does when she is returned to her true kingdom?”
She remained still.
I leaned in, close enough to disrupt her hair with my breath. “Theykillall those who ever laid a hand on her. How would you like that, little sinning doll?” I asked, walking back around so I could see her face. “You wouldn’t just be standing back and watching me spill all the blood, you’d be driving the blade into their hearts themselves, blood pouring from the wound onto your own hands.”
Her breathing hitched, her heart racing, her legs pressing together, her hands clenching.
My own cock throbbed painfully at the idea. At the image of her driving a knife into the heart of Thomas, his blood covering her hands as she pulled it out and stabbed him over and over again. The wild look she would have in her eyes, the smile she would wear.
I would walk up behind him, sliding my own blade along his throat, decapitating him as she plunged the knife into his chest one last time, blood splattering over our faces.
My cock ached painfully, suddenly as hard as my own cane.
Her lips had parted ever so slightly, her fingers working at her sides, and I half wondered if perhaps she could see the same vision I saw.
“Is that what you want, little sinner?” I asked, my eyes locked on her face. “Do you want them all to pay for what they’ve done to you? Do you want to steal from them the life they took from you?”
Her tongue darted out across those pretty pink lips, and it was all the answer I needed.
I straightened, my own heart pounding, my cock painful against my thigh. “Then that is what you shall have in my world. My Wonderland.” I needed to leave before I did something as stupid as act on my own sadistic primal urges. Fucking what little sanity she had left within her would be the opposite of what I needed. The only way I could take her was if she were truly and honestly willing. If I took her now, she would willingly be taken, perhaps she would even find herself enjoying it, but when the high wore off, she would be lost forever, useless in my endeavors, and then what? I couldn’t ruin a near five-year assignment simply because I found someone I needed to fuck.
First the assignment, and then ownership.
I picked up the book from the table. “Take your paintings and hide them again. The cameras will go back as they were three minutes after I leave.”
In response, she stepped up to the table and gathered her artwork, walking in such a way that told me even she was in pain.
I glanced up towards one of the cameras, knowing there were more in her room. None in her closet though, which was where I was sure she would return to.
“Sexual healing is still healing,”that voice whispered manically inside of me.“Make her touch herself. Make her see what they’ve stolen, and then you can both bathe in blood.”
As soon as she turned around, I slid the cane in her pathway, my neck tight, my knuckles white.
“Make her pop her pretty little cherry with her own fingers, picture her doing it. Picture what you would do if you were stillstanding above her, watching her stick her beautiful fingers inside herself knowing that it was to the image of killing her former betrothed.”
My cock was aching, but the voice was right. This was about regaining power, and what they had taken from her was her bodily autonomy. She needed that back.
But I also knew that my selfishness was showing, and I didn’t care. “Tonight is the night you will learn about yourself,” I told her, finding her face. “There are no cameras in that closet, so here is what I want you to do now that you have a night undisturbed. Touch yourself,” I told her carefully. “Wherever it feels good. Your tits, your stomach, your neck, your pussy,” I explained, my own voice growing more feral with each passing word. “It’ll feel tingly at first, but don’t shy away from that feeling, let your instincts guide you, not your fear, not your habits, but the piece of you that craves to feel good. Do you understand me?” It wasn’t a lie. People in many different versions of situations like this found their healing sexually. It was a completely healthy way to recover from trauma. Opening her eyes to the truth could help open her up to revealing more information. Things I might not have even considered.
And then there was the completely selfish side of it. Perhaps if she got a taste of what they took from her, she would seek it out in the one person she was learning to trust.
Her throat bobbed, but I heard the tap of her finger on her paper.
“You areonlyto do this in the closet, Scarlett, do you understand me?” I couldn’t take the risk that Thomas or anyone else would see it. They’d send her away, kill her even. They might very well blame me, which would lead to them demoting me. I had to make sure she knew never to do this anywhere else but in that closet.
Another tap.
My eyes found her lips before lifting to her eyes. “Go, I’ll see you soon, but don’t forget, I am always watching. Our Wonderland awaits, my enslaved queen.” I lifted the cane and turned for the door without another word or look back, wondering what she would find in that closet of hers.
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