shifted uncomfortably on the bed and felt something under my left thigh crinkle. I lifted my leg and looked down to see a note with my name on it. I instinctively reached for it with my left hand.
“Motherfucker!” I screamed in pain. He hadn’t wrapped my arm like he said he would and the sudden movement had caused terrible pain to start radiating in my shoulder. I reached underneath my leg with my right hand and pulled the note out. I opened it and flattened it against the bed so I could read it and somewhat nurse my arm at the same time.
You have 72 hours in this room.
Enjoy your stay.
I crumpled the letter angrily in my fist before I threw it against the wall. Those three or so seconds I spent hesitating on the ledge of the balcony cost me just as many days in this room. I should’ve just jumped; I shouldn’t have doubted myself.
I didn’t know how I was going to stand being in this room alone for three days. Would he at least bring me something to eat or drink? What if I needed to use the bathroom? What the hell had I gotten myself into?
The sound of beeping on the door made me sigh unhappily. I lay back down on the bed and stared at the ceiling stoically. The door opened and I heard him walk in, followed by the sound of a chair scraping across the floor and stopping next to me. But he didn’t sit down; instead he went back into the hallway to retrieve something else that he scraped across the floor, setting it by the foot of the bed. One more trip in and out and he finally closed the door behind him.
He cleared his throat as he turned on the television and slid a disc into the DVD player. Then he sat down next to me and propped his legs up onto the bed.
I turned my head slightly so I could watch him out of the corner of my eye. He had his hands crossed behind his head as usual and he was watching the television. I watched a smile slowly spread across his lips.
It was the same as it was when I first woke up in this place. He ignored the fact that I was there while he watched TV. The only difference was there were no bowls of cereal around and he didn’t mind scraping around in here.
“The first time is always the sweetest,” he whispered in an alluring voice I had not yet heard from him.
He raised the volume on the television set and I heard soft moaning. I rolled my eyes at the ceiling assuming he was watching some kind of soft core porn television show, until the sounds suddenly stopped and he nudged me gently.
“You’re not paying attention,” he said in a playful tone. “I need you to watch this Riley. I need you to see how bad this can really get for you if you don’t follow the rules.”
I took a deep breath, letting it out in a long sigh. I wasn’t interested in watching movies when I could be figuring out how to get out of this place once and for all.
“Riley, please sit up and watch,” Jax said again softly.
I won’t tolerate disobedience in my own home. His words went through my head again and I knew that after being knocked unconscious, the best thing would be to just sit up and watch whatever the hell it was that he wanted me to.
“Could you help me please?” I asked quietly.
I felt his strong hands as he leaned over and slid them underneath my back. He pushed me up gently and instructed me to wait a moment while he gave the rope some leeway. I turned my face away, again at his instruction, until he told me to grip him as well as I could. With my right arm, I turned my body to the side slightly and put it as far around his shoulder as I could.
“I’m going to lift you for a moment, but don’t worry. I won’t drop you, Riley,” he said.
Jaxton was strong; something that was not only apparent by how he kept his body, but also by how easily he lifted me with one arm. He grabbed a pillow from under the bed and propped it against the wall before leaning me back on it. He gently set me down and gave the ropes a pull to make sure they were still
“Motherfucker!” I screamed in pain. He hadn’t wrapped my arm like he said he would and the sudden movement had caused terrible pain to start radiating in my shoulder. I reached underneath my leg with my right hand and pulled the note out. I opened it and flattened it against the bed so I could read it and somewhat nurse my arm at the same time.
You have 72 hours in this room.
Enjoy your stay.
I crumpled the letter angrily in my fist before I threw it against the wall. Those three or so seconds I spent hesitating on the ledge of the balcony cost me just as many days in this room. I should’ve just jumped; I shouldn’t have doubted myself.
I didn’t know how I was going to stand being in this room alone for three days. Would he at least bring me something to eat or drink? What if I needed to use the bathroom? What the hell had I gotten myself into?
The sound of beeping on the door made me sigh unhappily. I lay back down on the bed and stared at the ceiling stoically. The door opened and I heard him walk in, followed by the sound of a chair scraping across the floor and stopping next to me. But he didn’t sit down; instead he went back into the hallway to retrieve something else that he scraped across the floor, setting it by the foot of the bed. One more trip in and out and he finally closed the door behind him.
He cleared his throat as he turned on the television and slid a disc into the DVD player. Then he sat down next to me and propped his legs up onto the bed.
I turned my head slightly so I could watch him out of the corner of my eye. He had his hands crossed behind his head as usual and he was watching the television. I watched a smile slowly spread across his lips.
It was the same as it was when I first woke up in this place. He ignored the fact that I was there while he watched TV. The only difference was there were no bowls of cereal around and he didn’t mind scraping around in here.
“The first time is always the sweetest,” he whispered in an alluring voice I had not yet heard from him.
He raised the volume on the television set and I heard soft moaning. I rolled my eyes at the ceiling assuming he was watching some kind of soft core porn television show, until the sounds suddenly stopped and he nudged me gently.
“You’re not paying attention,” he said in a playful tone. “I need you to watch this Riley. I need you to see how bad this can really get for you if you don’t follow the rules.”
I took a deep breath, letting it out in a long sigh. I wasn’t interested in watching movies when I could be figuring out how to get out of this place once and for all.
“Riley, please sit up and watch,” Jax said again softly.
I won’t tolerate disobedience in my own home. His words went through my head again and I knew that after being knocked unconscious, the best thing would be to just sit up and watch whatever the hell it was that he wanted me to.
“Could you help me please?” I asked quietly.
I felt his strong hands as he leaned over and slid them underneath my back. He pushed me up gently and instructed me to wait a moment while he gave the rope some leeway. I turned my face away, again at his instruction, until he told me to grip him as well as I could. With my right arm, I turned my body to the side slightly and put it as far around his shoulder as I could.
“I’m going to lift you for a moment, but don’t worry. I won’t drop you, Riley,” he said.
Jaxton was strong; something that was not only apparent by how he kept his body, but also by how easily he lifted me with one arm. He grabbed a pillow from under the bed and propped it against the wall before leaning me back on it. He gently set me down and gave the ropes a pull to make sure they were still
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