She shook her head and snorted on another humorless laugh. “I prefer the not-a-fucking-kidnapping-psycho-freak type of man.”
I leaned over and put the joint to her lips. She hesitated for a moment, her golden eyes boring into mine defiantly before finally taking it between her lips and inhaling. I pulled it away and she exhaled, and I stood back up.
“I normally prefer the not-a-total-psychotic-cunt-that-pisses-herself, but beggars can’t be choosers, darlin’,” I finally replied.
Her eyes went wide at my words and it took all of my control not to laugh at her. “Fuck you!” she spat, her words filled with venom and hate and her cheeks flushing hot pink, the color I imagined her pussy to be after she’d been fucked.
“That your choice?” I replied, rubbing my hands together as my gaze grazed over her body.
“Go to hell!” she gritted through clenched teeth.
“Been there, it’s not as bad as some may think, actually. Demons are kinky little fuckers.” I headed back around the bed toward the door. “But if we’re not gonna fuck then I have shit to do, because clearly you ain’t fuckin’ killing anyone in your current position.”
“Where are you going? You can’t leave me like this!” she yelled after me.
“Sure I can,” I replied without turning back around.
“I pissed myself, for God’s sake! I want a fucking shower!”
I let out a slow laugh and kept on walking.
“Wait!” she called desperately. “Please…I’m hungry, and thirsty! Please!”
The second request was said with trepidation, and I couldn’t blame her after the last time she asked me for a drink of water.
“Please,” she begged. “You have to.”
I turned slowly in the doorway, my hard gaze narrowing in on her as I sneered. “This isn’t a fucking hotel. I don’t have to do anything you tell me to. I’ll tellyouif you can shower. Ifyoucan eat. Ifyoucan drink. And even if you get to suck my dick. Because unless I say it, you don’t get it. You feel me? Other than lying there covered in your own piss, stinking this place up and starving to death, you don’t get to do shit. Now shut the fuck up so I can get some sleep. Your hollering’s given me a fuckin’ headache.”
Her hard gaze met mine, her golden eyes going glassy and wide as she fought to not cry. “Okay, fine. So what happens then?”
I cocked an eyebrow at her. “Then?”
“If I let you sleep…what happens then?”
I chuckled darkly again. “If you’re a good girl for me, you mean?”
She nodded, chewing on her bottom lip to stop herself saying something bitchy to me. Her cheeks were pink with shame, her eyes red-rimmed from trying not to cry, and her hair was a ratty mess that I wanted to comb my fingers through; she looked like fucking heaven.
I shrugged. “Guess we’ll have to wait and see ’bout that, won’t we?”
I stormed out, slamming the door behind me, a dark smile on my face at the thought of her salty tears finally spilling from those golden eyes and trailing down those rosy cheeks of hers. I licked my lips, my cock stirring at the thought of her misery. I headed down the stairs with no intention of going to sleep.
I was wide the fuck awake now.
~ 8 ~
Penny
Humiliated.
Degraded.
Shamed.
That was how I felt.
I could handle anything life threw at me—a daddy who didn’t love me and only wanted to control me, the men in his club that wanted me only because I was the princess of the Vipers, the women that pretended to be my friend to get closer to my daddy, and even my own mom up and leaving me—but this man had humiliated me to my very core. As my pee dried under me, the smell making me feel sick, the urge to cry or fight or rage against my bonds dissipated right along with it, until all I was left with was burning humiliation.
