I quickly and haphazardly shrug the jacket back over the mannequin before rushing back to the bed, where I all but jump in, pulling the satin sheets up to my neck.
Sitting there, rigid and unmoving, I watch him, waiting to see what he’ll do next.
He turns, not looking my way, and returns to the bathroom, pushing the door to.
I visibly deflate, my muscles relaxing as I sag back, leaning against the headboard.
What am I supposed to do now? Sleep? What if he wants me moved? He could decide to lock me away, back in that room with the chair.
Why is he so calm? I’ve just been caught trying toescape, and he’s just wandered back into the bathroom like it’s nothing.
The anticipation, the gnawing worry of the unknown, consumes my every thought. I’ve come to the conclusion that this is just part of the torture; letting me worry, letting me try to guess what they have planned for me.
The thoughts would eventually drive me insane, and the paranoia would eventually consume me.
So lost in thought, I don’t see him exit the bathroom until he is climbing into the bed beside me.
I blanch and lean away, looking at him in surprise.
He lies on his back, stretching out, hooking his hands behind his head, his bare chest on display as the sheet pools lower down his body.
Is he naked?
He lets out a slow sigh and closes his eyes. Meanwhile, I’m now sitting bolt upright, staring down at him, wondering what the hell is going on.
“Go to sleep,” he orders.
I blink at him, my mouth opening and closing like a stunned fish. “I, er, I…” I stutter.
His eyes open, and the piercing amber of his gaze immediately swallows me.
“You do not want to see me when I’m tired. Go to sleep and let me slumber,” he orders.
“Slumber?” I query.
“Yes. Sleep,” he states firmly.
“Isn’t it morning?” I ask, looking toward the windows, then realising there are none.
“I’ve been working all night. Now I need sleep. You need rest. Lay the fuck down and go to sleep,” he growls with irritation.
At that tone, I lie down on my back, clutching the sheet tightly to my chest, staring up at the pitch-black ceiling. My heart beats rapidly in my chest. I’m lying in bed with my captor. Fear of what might happen swirls through my thoughts.
He lets out an exasperated growl. “What will it take to calm you down?”
Turning my head, I shift my gaze to him. “Huh?”
He rolls his eyes in annoyance before turning and getting out of bed.
I look and catch him completely naked. “Oh god!” I screech, pulling the sheet up to cover my eyes.
“Drink this,” his deep voice radiates right beside me, making me jump.
I pull the sheet down and find him standing directly beside my bedside, my eyes landing on his very large dick.
“Holy fucking penis!” I gasp, yanking the cover back over my eyes.
“Yes, it is my penis. Have you not seen one before?” he asks casually, like he’s asking if I’ve seen the latest movie.
