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Yes. I need him to believe I’m happy with this arrangement so he’ll let me out of the house. Instead of heading for class, I’ll run straight to the campus police and have him arrested.

It will work. It has to work. There’s no alternative. If I continue to defy him, I’ll be stuck here for Lord knows how long. Weeks? Months? He obviously has the power to convince my teachers that I’m very ill and get my assignments online.

When I hear the lock turning in the door, I suck in a breath. He didn’t give me much time to brace myself for whatever horrors he has planned next. I try to control my emotions and physical reaction when he steps inside.

He smiles. “I guess you weren’t tired enough to actually nap, precious girl. Your mind is probably racing.” He leans over me and pulls the covers off my naked body.

Without explanation, he grabs my hips, rolls me to my back, shackles my other wrist, and pulls both to the metal rungs of my headboard, attaching my arms above my head.

I shouldn’t be shocked. Nothing should stun me anymore. But it does.

He sits beside my hip. “Whatever you’re thinking and feeling is normal, precious girl. I’m sure you’re still trying to figure out how to get away from me. Probably planning to go straight to the police.”

He’s so calm and steady, smiling indulgently. Meanwhile, the blood drains from my face. Is he going to punish me for what he suspects I was thinking?

He chuckles. “Don’t worry. I can’t read your mind. I’m just an intelligent man. I know how the human brain works. I’ve been in a situation similar to yours. I recall every thought I had while I was trapped in that house. Granted, it wasn’t quite the same. I could come and go. But I was still trapped, for all intents and purposes.” He shrugs.

I wonder what the fuck he’s talking about, but I don’t ask. No matter what it is, it explains a lot. He must be fucked up like this because someone did the same thing to him.

He lowers his gaze to my body and casually circles one of my nipples. “You truly are lovely. Your body is spectacular.” He trails that finger down to my belly button and lower before dragging it back and forth across my pelvis, right where he shaved off my pubic hair. Was that just this morning? Fuck, today has been so long.

“I think you need a tattoo here.”

I gasp and clench my thighs together. That would be taking things way too fucking far. I’d rather die than let him or anyone else tattoo my body.

He nods, deep in thought. “Something that indicates your loyalty to me.” He keeps stroking the spot right above my clit. “Something only I would ever see. Would you like that, precious?”

This is a trick question, but I’m not going to consent. Never. “No, Sir.”

He laughs again. “One day, you will. Your face is very white. Don’t fret. I’m not going to get your pussy tattooed today. We’ll save that for when you’re ready. You’ll know.”

He returns to looking at my body. Staring. “Fuck, you’re sexy,” he mutters. His finger travels to my thigh, and he teases what he can reach of my folds with my legs pressed together. “You’re fighting your attraction so hard, precious. It’s cute. I’m enjoying watching you blossom. You’ve come a long way today. I’m so proud of your progress. I know it annoys you that you’re so masochistic that your pussy creams for me so easily, but we’ll get through this stage, Daphne. One day, this training period will be water under the bridge. We’ll settle into our life together. You’ll hate it when you’re apart from me and rush back home to submit to me.”

I purse my lips. He’s lost his mind. Hasn’t he?

He smiles indulgently again as if he’s so smart that he knows his plans will come to fruition. “The hard part will be learning to focus on your schoolwork and the things that are important outside of our relationship. I want you to always do your best in every class, pay close attention, take good notes, and study hard. For a while, that will be difficult as you adjust. It will be hard for you to sit in class and not think about how fast you can get home to me.”

He’s toying with my mind and my pussy at the same time. He isn’t forcing me to spread my legs, but his finger is maddening against my folds and the hood of my clit.

I can’t control my breathing. I also can’t take my gaze off him. He’s so fucking handsome. Even after everything he’s put me through today, I’m awed by his looks. His hair is slightly messy from running his fingers through it. His jawline is a thing of the gods. His lips are full and inviting.

What’s in his head is fucked up beyond belief. But still, I’m attracted to him. And his damn finger.

Drawing circles on my tummy now, he switches his attention to my tits again. “I expect perfection when it comes to school, Daphne,” he tells me firmly.

It’s so confusing. Why does he care about my education?

“I’ll be checking your homework every night. Going through your assignments. Reading your papers. I’ll be hard on you, strict. I’ll make you redo anything that’s not perfect until you get it right. When you take exams, you’ll know the material so well you’ll be able to ace every test in half the allotted time.”

I stare at this madman who thinks he can control me so totally. The juxtaposition of all his moods is mindboggling. He makes my head spin.

His finger circles my nipple. He taps it, causing me to moan. He grins and glances at me. “Someday, I’ll train you to focus on homework while I play with your tits. I bet you’ll eventually be able to write an essay with my cock inside your cunt.”

I purse my lips, saying nothing.

When he pinches my nipple, I arch off the mattress and gasp.

“Your tits are so sensitive. They’re delightful. I could worship them for hours. Would you like that, precious?”