I hardly felt my feet lifting off the ground as I crossed the polished concrete.
A low rumble in my ear came from Spencer. “It’s time to pledge yourself.”
I felt my face scrunch in confusion, my eyes moving between Leo and Spencer. There was no point trying to reach Dom, she would just tell me to shut up and play along.
“Wasn’t the whole ‘interrogate this guy and then kill him’ enough?” As the words left my lips, I had no choice but to laugh.All of this was absurd and it was only getting stranger as I stood in front of Leo.
There was a different energy to the doctor now, something more dominant. Her eyes burned with a fire I’d only seen when she was dragging Grant’s body into the warehouse.
She presented the chains in her hands to me, letting me look at them before she spoke. “That was your commitment to Valemont Violence, to The Oracle. But this is your commitment to us.”
A lump grew in my throat.What does that even mean?
The thought of giving myself over to Spencer and Leo was almost comforting.
Dom, on the other hand — still lurking in the shadows of the shop, never to be seen in full light. If I didn’t know any better I would have accused her of being some eldritch being, hellbent on ruining my life.
Biting my lip, I let out a hot breath. Maybe Dom’s protection would prove worth the torture. She was clearly powerful, wealthy beyond her wildest means. And she loved Leo and Spencer, something that would keep me safe.
Despite hating every second of it, she had let me stay in her house. Maybe at the cost of making me miserable. But nonetheless.
Besides, I’d already committed to them. The second I came back to the house with them from the Hollow, when I didn’t run from the blood covered car, when I didn’t sprint into the woods last night. I’d committed myself to them, to the cause, forever the moment I took that tactical scythe from Dom’s hands and pressed the blade to Grant’s neck.
Why not make it official?
There would never be any turning away, not now. That time had long passed.
Stepping forward, I took Leo’s hand for the last few steps to the lift. There, she stopped us and turned me on my heels — presenting me to the front of the shop. Outside, through the fogged garage door glass, a bustling Valemont kept on its way.
In front of me, Spencer got down on her knees. Her big earthy brown eyes stayed on mine as she reached to the lift leg, the clatter of metal chains drawing my gaze from hers.
She wrapped her long fingers around my ankle. With one forceful tug, she dragged my foot to the lift leg. There, Spencer pulled the pin at the top, releasing a short bike chain from the loop.
She wound the cold metal around my leg, like a chic anklet. When she clasped it into place, I felt what little length the restraint had. The top of the cuff was clipped to another, slightly longer chain that tethered my leg to the car lift.
Standing from her position, her tone grew far more serious than I’d ever heard her. Spencer lifted her chin and spoke. “With this chain, I bind you to the truth.”
Before I could ask any questions, Leo got down on the ground, kneeling before me. She looked as though she was about to pull a ring from her pocket. Instead, she grabbed my free ankle and dragged it into place.
Repeating the same steps as Spencer but with a slightly differently colored chain, Leo planted a kiss on my legs before standing up and meeting my eyes. Both chains were clean but worn.
Running her hand up my leg as she stood, Leo towered above me. Her jaw tensed as she tried not to get too excited. “With this chain, I bind you to loyalty.”
With only my hands free, my breathing escalated. I wouldn’t be able to run from whatever my captors had in mind. Now, I really was their hostage and there was no escape from their wrath.
The fear didn’t stop the pulsing between my legs, fuck, it was actually intensifying it. I knew my slick pleasure would start to drip into my panties, my legs too spread to keep it contained.
Trying to refocus on whatever horrors awaited me, I thought about what Leo and Spencer had said.
Truth. Loyalty.
Swallowing hard, I looked around the room — waiting for the other pin to drop.
But there was no pin.
Instead, there was Dom. Waltzing out of the darkness of the shop and into the light, the clinking of another set of cuffs matching her heavy footsteps.
As soon as she stepped into view, the shimmer of the gold chain in her hands made my eyes blink for relief. Golden. Pristine.
