Page 88 of Perilous

I swing my right hand and slap him across the face. The fucking psycho doesn’t even flinch. He doesn’t even blink.

Peri pushes me until I hit the counter near my lower back. My body starts to bend and Peri hovers over me.

“Everything you know, doll, is a lie,” Peri says in a deep yet calm voice. “And fuck me that I’m the one who has to tell you that.”

He releases his hold on my jaw and instead now touches my face. There’s some serious pain in his eyes now that the anger has cooled.

“Everything, Annika, is a lie.”

“What does that mean?” I whisper.

“It means you need to start drinking and you need to be ready.”

“Ready for what,Perilous?” I ask.

He strokes my cheek.“I’m about to ruin your life for good, doll.”

* * *

“It’s for your own good.”

His voice runs deep as he takes a pair of dark green panties out of my drawer. They have a laced edge and would rest high on my hips. He walks to the bed, grabs my left ankle and pulls. I slide with ease.

In a few seconds, he’s wrapped the panties around my left ankle and around the frame of the bed. It’s tight. Very tight. It’s sort of too tight but there’s no way I’m telling him that.

“Can’t have you trying to fuck off and freak the fuck out,” he says as he returns to my panty drawer.

The next pair are ones I rarely wear. A sky-blue thong that looks more like a few pieces of shoelace string than actual panties. Peri ties my right ankle to the bed, almost at the same spot as my left. That means my legs are shut tight.

My ankles are throbbing, begging for a better supply of blood. The tips of my left toes are already starting to tingle. My heart races and I watch Peri pour me a drink of straight vodka.

“I’m not planning on adding anything to this,” he says. “Unless I have to.” He turns and nods. “Take a drink and we’ll get started.”

My jaw begins to quiver.

“Perilous,” I groan and then I sip the vodka.

My tongue burns, followed by my throat and then my stomach.

Peri touches my face again. Strong fingertips stroking cheek to cheek. His thumb slides over my bottom lip and I catch my lips chasing his finger, kissing it. I don’t know why but my eyes start to well with tears.

“It would have been easier and better to have just killed you,” Peri says.

My heart plummets into my stomach. Now those are the romantic words every woman wants to hear, right?

“I kept you alive. I claimed you. Now I own you. And I own everything that comes with you. You’re about to experience hell like you never thought possible, doll. It won’t be at my hands, but my hands will complete your suffering. There is no turning back.”

Peri leans closer to me. My lips quiver and ache for a kiss. I’m shocked when Peri actually kisses me. His lips gently brushing against mine. It fills me with a desire that’s like nothing I’ve ever felt. Yet, at the same time, I’m filled with pure dread.

“I went to visit your father,” Peri whispers.

Now chills hit me.

Is he dead?

“I drugged him. He was already drunk. A mess. I slipped him something and he passed out on the floor. I had no choice, doll. I had to find out the truth about you and about everything revolving around you.”

Peri’s lips touch mine one more time and then he steps back. I watch as he moves back to my panty drawer one more time. He retrieves a white pair of panties and he balls them up, getting ready to force them into my mouth if needed.

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