Page 65 of Daddy's Atonement


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Are you seriously going to stab him?

Probably not. But it was nice to dream about.

“Why are you smiling?” he asked. “Because of the cake?”

“I was just having some good thoughts. You know, of stabbing you.”

“The thought of stabbing me is making you smile?” he asked, actually sounding slightly incredulous.

“Uh, well, yeah. Is that wrong? To dream about stabbing your kidnapper?”

He shrugged. “I guess not. But I will be careful to hide all knives and anything you can make into a shiv.”

“Yeah, probably a good plan.”

He handed her the plate with a piece of cake on it. There wasn’t even a cake fork. Probably also a smart move.

“One piece?” she asked. “What about the rest?”

“You can’t eat the whole thing in one sitting.”

“Sure, I can.”

“Not happening,” he said firmly. “One piece of cake every time you do as you are told.”

Hmm. She guessed that was a better deal than a sore bottom every time she rebelled.

“But I’m still keeping track of your punishments for Jared to dole out. So you might want to behave. Here, take these.”

She barely looked at the pills as she swallowed them with some water. She figured they were painkillers.

“Yeah? Maybe he’s going to be more upset at you kidnapping me! Perhaps he’ll punish you.”

He snorted. “No. He’ll be happy once he gets over his initial . . . surprise. Then I’ll tell him what you’ve been doing.”

“No one can blame me for trying to fight my kidnapper.”

“That’s not the misbehavior I’m talking about. Jared won’t be pleased at you hurting yourself trying to escape. Or speaking badly about yourself.”

Sheesh. Why did that make her heart race? She was losing her mind.

And why were her eyes growing heavy? She couldn’t be tired. Although it felt like she was always tired at the moment. Sleep wasn’t an easy thing to come by.

She shoved a piece of cake in her mouth to try and give herself a hit of energy.

Yum.

Delicious.

“Do not hurt yourself again.”

There was a clear warning in his voice that she didn’t understand.

“I didn’t think you’d care. Figured you’d be into a bit of torture.”

“I am.”

Yikes.