Page 28 of Silver

He chuckles. “What? You don’t like that endearment, precious girl?”

I’m not sure I don’t like it, but it’s so degrading that it’s grating on my nerves. I shouldn’t like it. That’s the point.

I don’t bother to defy him. I’m too tired. I simply pee, let him wipe me, and then go willingly when he pulls me toward the tub. He lifts me up, deposits me on the porcelain bottom, and turns on the water. I’m stuck shivering in the cold water until it warms up.

At least he finally removes the bit and rubs my jaw, which aches from clenching it between my teeth.

I say nothing while he washes me. And still nothing while he dries me. After lifting me in his arms, he carries me through his room and into the smaller room where I slept last night. Was that only last night? I doubt it’s even noon, and I already feel like it’s been a decade since he brought me here.

He pulls the covers back and gently lays me on the sheet. I’m naked and still trembling from shock and the cool air as I curl onto my side, pulling my knees up. He removes the leash but leaves the collar attached. And I don’t say a word when he clamps a shackle on my wrist and attaches me to an eyehook in the corner of the room. How did I not see that before?

Silver sits next to me, pulls the band out of my hair, and strokes it. His fingers trail down my side, over my hip and thigh, and then back, over and over. “Your skin is so flawless,” he murmurs. “Stunning.”

Eventually, he pulls the covers over me and bends to kiss my temple as if I’m special. I guess I am, but this is so fucked up that it’s more than I can process. “You can nap now, precious. I’ll wake you up when it’s time for lunch. We have a lot more training to get to this afternoon.” He runs his fingers through my hair while he speaks.

I’m staring at some spot across the room, seeing nothing. I feel defeated and lonely. Frustrated and angry. Too tired to argue with him.

Silver circles a finger along the edge of the shackle. “The restraints will help you feel safe and secure. They aren’t meant to keep you from escaping. You couldn’t escape without them. I will always lock your door from the outside when I put you in your room. There are also cameras and microphones in every corner of all three rooms.”

That gets my attention. I jerk my gaze up to see that he’s not kidding. How did I not notice those before?

“The cameras will help you behave. I’ll be able to see you when I’m not home.” He lifts my shackled arm and kisses my fingertips. “I know you have a healthy sexual appetite. Your cunt is very needy. But I do not ever want to catch you playing with your pussy without permission. You won’t like the consequences.”

I lick my lips. “Yes, Sir,” I mutter.

Silver gathers up the slack of the chain and sets it next to me on the bed. “It’s heavy. You’ll want to keep it up here with you to avoid it tugging on your arm.”

I stare at it, inches from my face. It’s unimaginable. How did I get here?

“Sleep, precious.” He stands and leaves the room.

I flinch when the lock turns on the other side. Why does he bother? It’s not like I could gnaw my own arm off and escape. With the shackle, I can’t even get close enough to the window for anyone outside to hear me. And those cameras…

I glance up again, breathing heavily. Is he watching me already? I bet he is. I kind of want to lift my restrained arm and flip him off. But I’m too tired to deal with the consequences.

My head is spinning. When he first suggested I submit to him, I had no idea how intensely he intended to dominate me. If I’d known what would happen to me ten minutes after I was in the kitchen this morning, I would have bolted for the door and run out of the house.

How long will he keep me up here?

A few tears slip out of my eyes, but I don’t make a sound or move, not even to swipe at them because I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing I’m crying. He gets hard when I cry. I need to start controlling my emotions better.

I close my eyes, breathing deeply. I will sleep to take me under, but instead, I’m bombarded with the sensation of having that leash pulled out of my pussy. I can’t stop the shudder at the memory of how hard I came. I kind of hate myself for being so aroused.

I hate myself for ever reading those filthy dark books.

I hate myself for thinking that being kidnapped and tortured was sexy.

I hate myself for falling for Silver and his good looks.

I hate myself for even now squirming at the thought of him touching me.

I’m so fucking tired that eventually I slip into sleep.

I gasp as something is yanked over my head. Confused, I reach up to bat at whatever is touching me, but I’m stopped by strong arms that lift me out of the back seat of my car.

“On your knees, whore.” Two hands push on my shoulders, forcing me to the ground.

When I try to scream, I come up short. There’s something over my mouth. Tape. Whoever this is has managed to tape my mouth shut before pulling something over my head. A ski mask? I can’t see a thing. It’s pitch dark, but there’s a hole in front of my nose.