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Whether it’s on purpose or not, Leonid Barinov is tearing me apart. This is worse than any interrogation I could have imagined.
He’s done what so many have failed to do in the past.
Tame me… at least, somewhat.
I’ve learned my lesson… for now. I won’t be so quick to disrespect my captor again. Not without a good reason.
But not because I’m scared of him. I’ve dealt with violent monsters all of my life.
No. I’m not scared of what he’ll do to me.
I’m terrified of how much I’ll like it.
Forcing myself out of bed, I stand up as gingerly as possible and wobble over to the bathroom. To my relief, there’s no second camera set up in there, and I feel like I’m finally able to breathe as I’m afforded my first bit of privacy.
I take advantage of that privacy to practically drown myself in tap water.
After I’ve satiated my thirst, I explore the bathroom a little more. It’s not so big, but it is fancy, and there’s both a shower and a bath.
So, if I’m looking on the bright side of things, it’s nicer than the dump Leonid took me from.
That thought doesn’t do much to ease my frayed nerves. My skin is sticky and my hair is a tangled mess. Instinctively, my eyes stayed glued on the shower. But I hesitate to turn on the water.
The last thing I want to do is get naked right now. And it’s not just because I’m worried that Leonid will come bursting in. It’s because I know that the second there’s nothing standing between me and my pussy, I’ll be compelled to satisfy the dirty desire that my captor so rudely left unfulfilled earlier.
Fuck me. I was so turned on.
No one has ever touched me like that before. Not so tenderly, not so roughly. It was like I was being stretched between heaven and hell, wrists and ankles tied to mighty stallions that wanted nothing more than to tear me apart.
A warm tingle spirals up from between my legs and an all too familiar pressure appears in my core.
No. I will not do this. Not here. Not now. Not with my captor stalking about, waiting for me to let my guard down.
He’s a predator. And no matter how badly a dirty part of my mind might want him to devour me, I won’t let myself give in like this, not when I’m alone.
He hasn’t gotten to me that badly… yet.
If Leonid is eventually going to shatter my innocence, then so be it. Hell, despite my protests, I might even like it, but I will not give in while I have the choice not to.
My toes curl and my stomach growls as I turn away from the shower, and I grab on to the distraction of a different kind of hunger.
Eat.
I will. But not because he told me to.
Stumbling out of the bathroom, I wipe the last bits of water from my lip. When I pass by the camera, I’m tempted to take off my nightgown and throw it over top of the lens, but I know that will only lead to more punishment.
So, then do it!
No. As badly as part of me wants to feel Leonid’s big rough hands on my body again, I know that it’s too dangerous to invite.
What will happen if I give in?
… Isn’t it obvious?
I’ll lose. Everything. And that includes myself.
So, I don’t throw my nightgown over the camera. But the thought of taking it off sticks with me.
