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I kept my legs together, uncaring how much of a mess I made for her.She cleaned me up as best as she was able, and I ensured the only view the perverts got was a closed one.
After she left, I closed my eyes but didn’t sleep.I moved my hands.I moved my feet.And I started questioning what choices I’d make to survive.
CHAPTERTHIRTY-SEVEN
The soundof sirens woke me up.Hope surged but quickly died as the sounds faded.At least now I knew, wherever I was, I was still in the city.That was good, but also bad.Good that I was still close, but bad because Motan was so big.
Hestian walked into the room with Javier.
“Take care,” Hestian warned as Javier approached me.
I wasn’t sure which of us he was warning until Javier shoved me forward again.
Eyes fixed on Hestian’s hands, I watched his grip tighten on the cane’s head.
“Did Mr.Fuck Off and Die deliver my message?”I asked.
“He did,” Hestian said.“What did he do to upset you?”
“He threatened me.”
I jerked out of Javier’s hold again and straightened, meeting his gaze instead of Hestian’s.“Intimidation is the unimpressive weapon of the insecure and unintelligent.Pain and suffering won’t gain my obedience.They’ll fuel my anger and ensure a retribution so hellish you won’t just wish for death; you’ll regret you were ever born.”
Shifting my attention back to Hestian, I said, “I suggest you continue to send Marta whenever possible.Now if you’re done checking the mark…”
I leaned back in the bed, keeping a bored expression of indifference on my face as I nodded toward the door in a silent command for him to leave.
Hestian studied me for a long time.Javier stayed right next to me, waiting for Hestian’s reaction to my rudeness.I could feel how badly he was itching to hit me and knew I was walking a dangerous line.
“You tempt me more than any of my previous wives, Sophia.Watching that defiant light in your eyes as I fuck my next child into you will be an exquisite pleasure.”
They left, and a ball of ice quietly grew in my stomach as I acknowledged I was walking two dangerous lines.
Marta returned with breakfast not long after.The swelling had increased overnight, and I hoped that didn’t mean Javier had hit her again.
Instead of offering me water first, she held up a note for me.
Your hunger strike can’t continue.If this food isn’t to your liking, speak your preference, and I’ll ensure to meet your needs.Any request you make, within reason, will be granted.This is your home.You will want for nothing.
Your eager lover,
H
I nodded toward the water.
Marta helped me drink then brought out the bedpan.Anger boiled up again.Hestian had to be mentally disturbed to think he could tie me to a bed, force me to use a bedpan, and then think I’d calmly tell him my preferred breakfast order.
I looked at the camera.
“I prefer using a toilet.”
Javier entered the room a minute later, a phone in his hand.
“Ready, sir,” he said in a deep voice.
Hestian’s voice came from the phone.
“It saddens me to deny the first request you make?—”
