“Is that a problem?” I ask.
She must be a good few sizes up from my other pets. While they are lithe and model-like in their build, Grace is voluptuous. I’ve never been the sort of man who goes for a ‘type’, I’ve never been the sort of man who mindlessly fucks any woman. I take; that’s my kink. I take and I break, I strip each one down, and when I see only my wants reflected in their eyes do I then feel any form of affection for them.
“No problem.” Issac replies.
I grunt back, kneeling down, feeling the ice sink in through my trousers as I slowly start stripping her out of my shirt.
She isn’t allowed clothes, she isn’t allowed possessions. She gets nothing until she proves she deserves it. Even food will be a privilege. She’ll be force fed to begin with. She’ll be conditioned, reprogrammed, made anew.
I sweep her hair back, studying her face; her cute button nose, those freckles that make her look even more innocent.
She’s mine. Finally, she is all fucking mine.
If she proves she can be a good bitch and be obedient, then she’ll be rewarded. She’ll get treats and I’ll spoil her. But if she’s bad? Well, bad dogs get punished, don’t they?
I can see all the bruises starting to appear on her flesh, the smears of blood too. I had to put on a show, had to make a point both to her and our audience. If she’d just submitted, if she’d just done as she was asked I would have been kinder, gentle even.
Issac stares down at her too, and I bristle as I see where his eyes land, onthosepiercings. It’s a good thing someone cut his cock off, or I’d be tempted to do just that.
“Break her quickly.” I say, realising I’m already becoming too possessive of her.
He grunts back, following me out as I shut the door and lock it with the pad of my finger. We spent a fortune on biometrics, spent a fortune on upgraded security too. After Ines’s death, I knew we had to up our game. The Esau are out there, they’re far more organised since I left, and I know I am top of their shit list.
We walk back in silence, my mind already drifts to work, to Konstantine, to everything already piling up on my to-do list.
And then something grabs at me, at my leg as I pass by one of the cages.
“Master…”
I turn my head, seeing the girl on her knees with her hand outstretched towards me.
“What do you want, Felice?” I ask. Clearly, she was disobedient to be locked in her cage and not granted the comfort of her usual bed.
She glances over to the door we just entered by as if she realises who I now have, that I have a new pet to play with.
“Master…” She pleads, uncrossing her legs, spreading her cunt wide for me to get a full view. I know it’s the training, the conditioning. She’s been programmed to behave like this, they all have and with me being away so often of late, I know they’ve more than missed me.
But they’ve also been trained to be obedient. To know what the rules are, when to shut the fuck up, and when to go unnoticed.
I turn my back, slamming my hand against the metal bars, making my annoyance clear.
Issac steps forward, signalling for me to walk on and as I leave, I hear the sound of the prod coming to life, and then Felice starting to scream.
Iwake up.
Not gently. Not with the soft light through curtains or the comfortable press of a pillow. I wake up to light.Harsh, unforgiving, white light that seems to burn right through my eyelids even as I try to blink it away.
It’s too bright.
Too loud.
My eyes fly open, but even that’s a mistake because the light is everywhere, reflecting off cold, hard surfaces.
Rough, grey concrete walls stretch around me like a cage. The floor is freezing cold beneath me. I try to move, to push myself up but my limbs feel heavy and unresponsive. Panic starts to bubble in my chest; a cold, sharp thing, and then I register that awful burning between my legs, in my arse too.
Where am I?
The last thing I remember… Antonio. The dark, suffocating weight of that room, the despair… then… his hands? Voices shouting, taunting words… then… nothing.
