Chapter 13 No choice
ZORA
I glared at him suspiciously and took a step back.
"Since my fate is up to you, I'd like to take my leave and go back to my room."
No response.
He tilted his head and stared at me with a smile I'm coming to hate.
"I might as well get used to my new prison, no?" I shrugged, "Alright then, bye."
The corners of his lips went up, "Who said you could leave?"
My forehead creased in a frown, "Do I have a reason to stay in your room?"
"Aren't you missing something?"
I raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue.
"Remember our conversation in my mother's dying room?"
"Yeah, one that involved you threatening to kill my family, I remember quite well."
"It's almost a week." He muttered and threw a glance at the cat on the dressing table.
The cat jumped off the dresser immediately as if it knew what was about to happen and sauntered off to the open window, jumping out effortlessly.
I threw a nervous glance at him and back at the window where the car disappeared.
"A.. a we.. week?" I stammered.
My eyes darted everywhere, but at him, what's he going to do? What punishment is he going to give me? Wouldn't it be worse since his mother died instead?
I shouldn't be scared, but the cat leaving threw me off balance, like it knew something I didn't.
"It's just me and you now." He said coldly, every sign of warmth disappeared from his face, leaving it expressionless and icy.
"So??" I asked stubbornly, "Is that supposed to mean a thing?"
"Get on the bed, meiga." He ordered.
I glanced at the bed nervously, " T..... the bed?"
"You have five seconds to do that."
I swallowed loudly and sat tentatively on the bed, " Is this supposed to be a punishment?''
He opened the dresser where the cat had earlier jumped off from and took at a rope.
My throat went dry.
What's this sick bastard about to use the rope for?
As if in response, he throw the rope at me, "Tie your leg with the rope than to the bedpost."
I glared at him like he had lost his mind, maybe he has.
"No," I protested, "I am not doing that."
"I didn't give you a choice, this is your punishment." He said smugly, "It's either this or I feed you to the dogs alive."
I fixed my eyes on him, he wasn't joking.
I took the rope and tied one end over my ankle and tied it to the bedpost. My heart was beating hard against my chest.
I was only able to tie one leg as tightly as I could because something toldme he wouldn't take it well If he fand out it was loose.
He walked over and took the rope from my hand. He inspected the know I made and proceeded to the my other leg, leaving my legs wide open.
I felt a light breeze brush against my core as the gown I wore went up to my thighs.
Damn him and Agatha. they couldn't get me a proper clothing.
He severed the rope after tying my second leg and came over to the head board. I was still sitting, watching him with wary eyes.
He used one hand to effortlessly push me on the bed and grabbed my hand, doing the same thing he did to my legs.
I felt exposed, open and vulnerable even though I had a thick layer of gown on.
I had no panties on, only a bralette and the gown I wore.
Breeze brushed against my core again, I tried to adjust my legs so the gown would go down a bit, instead, I made things a little bit worse. the gown now stopped on my mid thighs. He doesn't need to try that hard to know that l am naked down there.
His gaze bore into mine, before roaming my body like he could see beneath my layer of clothing.
"No," I shook my head, ignoring the way I felt hot all over under his gaze, "Please, whatever you are about to do, don't do it, you'l regret it."
He looked at me fully, a ghost smile appearing on his face, "would I?" He moved towards where my feet were tied to the bed post, "I'm eager to find out."
Tears sprang to my eyes, "Why? Why are you doing this?"
"You hate this, don't you?"
I nodded eagerly, I don't care if it made me look pathetic.
"Use your mouth, meiga" He said irritatedly.
"Yes." I said quickly.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, I hate this."
He snapped his fingers, "There, you have your answer, and I get to play with you as I deem with. You could be my playtoy since I have nothing better to do worth my time, since you killed my mother."
My tears fell freely now, "I swear, I did not kill your mother."
The look in his eyes told me he doesn't believe that, not even a bit.
How do I convince this self centered man that his mother's death has nothing to do with me.
"You know, I could put an end to all these now."
Hope bloomed in my chest, "Please do. I'll do anything you want me to do. Just don't do this to me. Don't touch me please. I'm keeping myself for my husband."
The line in his jaw ticked angrily.
That was a big mistake on my part. Why did I have to mention Lucas at this time.
"I am going to give you a choice." He said as he sat down beside me on the bed. His hands moved under my gown down to my vagina, pinching my clitoris with his fingers.
I screamed out in pain or was it pleasure?
It felt like a thousand of electricity passed through my body.
This was the second time a man was touching me.
Since he claimed me the first time and rejected me, I had been too busy trying to get my life together to actually think of sleeping with another man.
Now, my body was on fire and starved, begging to be touched and worshipped.
"That's one thing you've got wrong, meiga, I'll never worship your body."
"Get your filthy hands off me!!"
His hand went through my chest, holding my heart wordlessly.
We stayed in silence for a moment, then he broke it.
"Do you agree to be my playtoy, for me to do you as I see you fit??"
Was this really a choice, if I say no, I die. And yes? I die too.
"Do I really have a choice?" I muttered.
"No," He smiled, "That what I needed you to realize"
He tore my gown off me with a smug smile.