She could piss herself for all I cared.
In fact, that was exactly what I was hoping.
Bitch wanted to be left alone. Wanted me to fuck off. Well, her wish was my motherfucking command.
She was mumbling something and I reached for the dial and turned the volume up higher. I frowned, still not being able to decipher what it was. I turned it up all the way and zoomed in on her face to try and read her lips when the words still weren’t clear, but the picture only pixilated to a blurry mess. I put my ear against the speaker, finally understanding what she was saying as she screamed at the top of her lungs, “Fuck you!”
The words screamed through the speaker and into my ear and I stumbled backwards, almost tripping over my own feet. I rubbed a hand over my ear, scowling hard and turning the volume back down.
When I zoomed back out she was glaring up at the camera, a smart-ass grin on her face like she knew exactly what she’d just done. Fury bubbled in my veins.
“Fuckin’ bitch,” I snarled angrily, the ringing and buzzing in my ear still loud and painful.
“Eat shit and die,” she said, like she’d heard me.
I narrowed my gaze at her, wishing nothing more than to be able to go into that room, grip her by the throat, and show her who fucking owned her right then. Who controlled her every move. And who could end her with a snap of his wrist.
She needed to know what it was like to be at someone else’s mercy. Clearly Daddy Razuuk hadn’t taught her any fucking manners. No problem, I’d teach her soon enough. I just needed to get her to break first. Then the bitch was mine.
*
Not long after her outburst where the little bitch nearly popped my fuckin’ eardrum, she fell asleep. Pure exhaustion knocked her out cold.
I waited a good twenty minutes just to be certain and then I stalked across the short hallway to her room, unlocking it and letting myself inside. I watched her from the doorway, listening to her soft snores punctuating the otherwise silent room. My mask was in place but I pulled it down so I could light my cigarette. Her coconut-scented shampoo scent hung heavy in the air, mingling with sweat and the stale scent of the mattress. Never really thought much about the scent of a woman, barring the musk from between their legs that turned any red-blooded man on. I took a drag on my cigarette as I got closer to the bed, my hand involuntarily reaching out to touch the long strands of her brunette hair.
She didn’t stir, her soft snores still even.
Even asleep she looked angry. All sharp eyebrows and pouty little mouth. A frown draped across her features, and I chuckled as I watched her hands flex involuntarily. Bitch was probably dreaming that she was beating my ass. Or at least trying to. There was no doubt she’d give me a run for my money if she could.
As it were, she was cuffed to the bed and completely at my mercy. Just how I liked my women.
I wondered how long it would be before she broke. What it would take to tip the scales. Everyone, whether man or woman, had a breaking point. A submission point. A dark place inside themselves with a line clearly marked to show that that was their limit. I just needed to find hers.
Fear wasn’t working.
Ignoring her even less so.
I took a step back, away from the bed.
I’d figure it out—figure her out—soon enough. I always did. That was my job.
I loved puzzles. Riddles. Complex games designed to work the brain. And Penny was just that: a puzzle. I’d find her weakness, her breaking point, and I’d use it for my own advantage.
I stalked toward the door, flicking the light out on my way out the room before locking the door behind me.
Penny was a puzzle that I wanted to take apart, and I was the master at this game. She never stood a chance of winning against me.
~ 7 ~
Fighter
I stared down at the Sudoku puzzle in front of me, filling in the last square with a number two before dropping the pencil back down and hitting the pause button on the small clock next to me. Two minutes and twenty seconds.
Fuck.
I shook my head, annoyed with myself. I should have been quicker. I stretched my arms above my head and cracked my neck from side to side before glancing at the small screen where Penny was yelling something. I’d turned the sound down because I could hear her mumbled shouting coming from the hallway anyway, but I took a moment to turn the volume back up to see what she was yelling about.
“Oh my god, I’m going to pee! Please let me use a bathroom. Oh god, please. I’ll do anything!” She was practically sobbing, her legs crossed at the ankles as she squirmed on the bed.
