Page 27 of Cruel Proposal
"Stupid motherfucker, gluing the motherfucking drawers shut!" She turns and slams her fist against the wall, breaking the drywall. She shakes out her hand, prancing around the room.
I stifle a laugh and lean back against the headboard, watching the feed on the laptop.
She stops shaking out her hand and instead moves around the room. She starts pulling at things on the bookshelves, but I had all of those glued down last night too. She's thrown a book at my head one too many times.
"I'm going to kill him when I get out of here. I'm going to cut off his balls and use the fucking sack skin as a garrote."
She might be onto something. I'll have to test that the next time I have someone to torture.
"Stupid, stupid fucker." She paces around the room, her hands linked together behind her head.
Summer stops in the middle of the room. As she looks around, her gaze locks on something, and she moves to the other side of the room.
I lean into the screen, trying to see what it is she spotted, but there's nothing. Not a single thing that looks like she could use it as a weapon against me.
Although, if she's threatening to use sack skin as a garrote, clearly she's inventive.
Whatever she went for doesn't work, and the cussing starts again.
She paces back and forth like a caged animal, muttering about killing me and getting her life back at the same time. She slipssomething in there about persecuting me to the fullest extent of the law.
Summer parading around in a courtroom in a tight suit, pissed at me and trying to get me convicted, would be hot as hell. I can picture the look on her face now. She'd be angrier than she's ever been and trying to hold it all in.
If that's not something I'm going to think about in a cold shower later, I don't know what is.
After several more minutes of pacing around, she falls back on the bed, her legs dangling off the edge. Her eyes close, looking as if she's exhausted with everything. Tears slip down her cheeks, and she wipes them away. When she rolls over onto her stomach and grabs a pillow, I briefly wonder if she's going to try to suffocate herself.
It'd be one way to end this, but I'd step in before she got to that point. She's no good to me if she's dead.
I hit a button on the keyboard, activating the microphone. "You know, you haven't tried breaking the shower yet."
She sits back on her knees, looking around the room. Her eyes narrow as she gets off the bed. "You creepy fuck."
"Ladies don't swear."
Summer flips the double bird, spinning around in a circle. She doesn't have a clue where the cameras are, but she's making sure I see it from every angle.
Smirking, I hit the button again. "You sure do have a way with words. Sack skin?"
"If you even have them."
"They were bouncing on your chin when you sucked my cock, so I'm pretty sure you know I have them."
Double birds again.
Maybe it's time to teach her a proper lesson about her disobedience. One that has her begging for more. Or I could buy her at the auction. Make her think that she's finally going to be away from me and then bring her right back here.
Show her how nice I've been so far.
"Mind your business and leave me the fuck alone." She goes over to the bookshelf. "I have other things to worry about. Like how far behind I'm falling in school because it's been back in session for weeks, I think, and you've had me locked in here the entire time. I don't even know what day it is."
"Middle of April." I'm not going to give her more than that. If she wants more information, she's going to have to earn it.
Keeping her disoriented is best for me if I'm going to keep her locked up. She's going to drive herself crazy trying to figure out how much time she's missed and what her family is doing.
I get up and head to the room next door, unlocking it and stepping inside, locking it back up behind me. I slip the key into my jeans, knowing that she's going to try to get it from me.
And maybe I'm playing a dangerous game with her right now, but she's interesting. She's not like anyone else I've ever met.
