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Fuck.
I hug myself at the thought. The camera isn’t attached to anything, but they don’t have to be these days. He could have a wireless connection. Hell, he’s probably been watching me from some nearby room, waiting for the moment when I appeared weakest.
I can just see his cocky fucking smirk as he watched me gobble up his food.
It wasn’t because of your orders, asshole! I was hungry.
“Good, because I’m not much for games,” I say, trying to play it tough. He can’t see me crack again. I need to stay strong. Impenetrable. Unbroken.
That’s how Father taught me to act. That’s how I’ve always tried to act. Sometimes it’s hard, but now I don’t have much of a choice. It’s time I act like I was raised to act.
Like a fucking rock.
“That’s good to hear,” Leo says. Stepping beside the camera, he leans back against the wall so he’s not in the recording. “Too bad it’s a fucking lie.”
My heart skips a beat as his voice lowers an octave. Instinctively, I look away from him. But that only leads my gaze towards the door. It’s been left open.
He’s toying with me. A lion playing with his food.
Leonid wants me to make a run for it. Any excuse to touch me again.
But I’m not that stupid. There’s no way I’d get far. My captor is long and athletic and with his tight white undershirt hugging his lean muscles, he looks more like someone about to line up for the hundred-meter dash than a violent kingpin.
The second I jumped out of this bed, I’d be back under his grip.
Suddenly, I can feel the mark he left on my ass again. It throbs like a reminder of just how physically helpless I am.
But I’m only physically helpless. Mentally, I have a chance.
“I’m not a liar,” I say, dropping my hands from around my shoulders. This is no time to be hugging myself like some little girl.
“Yes, you are,” Leonid insists. “You just said that you’re not much for games. Then how do you explain what happened in New Orleans three days ago? You sent me a letter, Sophia. A letter that I didn’t want to dignify with a response. But I did. And I went all the way out to that stinking fucking swamp for you to spit in my face. You were playing games with me. Well, I can play games too…”
Fuck. It’s already been three days? I was knocked out for way longer than I feared…
“… I thought you said we were done with the games?” I say, trying to hide the worry from my voice. If it’s already been three days, then there’s little hope that we can put the lid back on whatever chaos this incident has caused. My men will know by now what has happened. There will be fighting.
I wish I was there to join them.
“I lied.”
Pushing himself off the wall by the shoulder blade, Leo moves towards the bed.
Every inch of me wants to crawl away, but I know it would only incite him further. There’s nowhere to go. He’s too big, too fast, too focused. One wrong move and he’ll have his big hands around my tiny neck before I can scream for help.
Not that there’s any help coming…
It’s been three days… fuck.
“What the hell do you want from me?” I ask, straightening my back, as the beast approaches my bedside.
“I want answers.”
“Who says that I have any?”
“I do.”
Never talk to the enemy on their terms. That’s what Father used to say. But what choice do I have now? I’m in the belly of the beast, and my captor is baring his teeth directly at me, like he can’t wait to tear me apart.
