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She swallows audibly, but she doesn’t deny it, or go into that passive mode that terrifies me.

“I’m going to keep you inside it until you like it. I don’t care how long it takes; days or weeks or months. You’re going to learn to love it.” She lets out a whimper of fear, but it quickly turns into a moan as I slip a hand under her panties and draw circles around her clit, my fingers swiping away at her wetness before pushing into her. Her cunt grips me and I thrust into her hard as she rides my hand. But the moment she starts bucking up, I stop. This time, it’s not fear but frustration that makes her whimper.

“Remember, no coming for nineteen days,” I tell her. “When you go around blowing up places with bazookas, there are consequences.”

“Logan…”

“Maybe, though,” I say, going back to stroking her pussy, “I’ll change my mind… if you let me keep you in the cage.”

She glares at me. “I didn’t realize I had a choice about that.”

“Of course you do,” I admit, pushing her down on the mattress and taking out my cock. “You’ll always have a choice.”

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Lia

“What do you think, baby? Isn’t it nice?”

I make a face. “I don’t know, Logan. I mean… I guess it’s big.”

It is big, a lot bigger than the Paris cage. But then, Logan’s apartment is huge. It’s crazy to realize that the poor foster kid I used to know has been living a life of luxury, while I’ve been stuck in a tiny house in Ireland, getting injected by my father weekly.

While I’ve been suffering, he’s been living the life. But that didn’t stop him from coming to find me the minute I escaped from my hellish prison, and threatening me with a gun.

Bitterness and hurt rankle in my chest. It’s a slow process, with the fog leaving my mind, and my heart still wrapped up hopelessly in him, to take stock of all the ways he hurt me. Of all the ways he’s still hurting me, of all the ways I know he will hurt me in the future.

It’s hard to realize how incapable I am of doing anything but submitting to him. No matter what.

I’ll never be free.

“Get in the cage.”

“Okay.”

I don’t want to, but I also don’t want to resist him anymore. I was angry, and then deflated, but now I just feel needy. Needy, scared, lonely.

Besides, it is a nice cage. It’s big, and there’s a full bed in one corner, and an actual toilet in another. No dog food bowls, either, but a tiny trap that’s about the size of a tray, and I guess I’ll be getting real meals.

It looks like a small room, and would probably feel like one too, if it weren’t for the gold-plated bars and the sensor-activated cameras that move whenever I do.

“I’m not leaving you in here for the hell of it,” he says, kissing me through the space between the bars.

“Okay.”

“I might be gone for a few days, but someone will be in regularly with your food, and you’ll be able to wash, too. It won’t be bad at all.”

“Okay.”

Each of his words hurt, but all it took was him destroying my tits and nearly making me come for me to turn into putty in his hands again.

“Good girl. Now, I promised you, didn’t I? Turn around.”

Nervously, I do as he says, and his left arm twists around me, pressing me so my back is flush against the cage. He flips up my skirt and removes my panties, before parting my ass cheeks. I whimper when I feel the cold metal of the bar press against my crack. My face flames when I realize it’s holding me open for him, but I forget everything when his other hand reaches around and palms my pussy.

“I’m very proud of you, Lia. Very proud.” He circles my clit, then pumps his fingers in and out of me, and soon I’m forgetting everything he’s making me endure as I ride his hand.

He flips on a TV hanging on one wall, which I can make out through the bars, and I gasp when I see myself on it, my tits bouncing every time I arch against his hand.