Page 51 of The Devil's Heir
Jarek
Jackson meets us at the bottom of the stairs and falls in line as I lead the way. I notice the glance and raised brow Lily gives Jackson. He gives a subtle shake of his head and looks away. I let the exchange go and keep my mind on the job ahead.
Stopping in front of a door at the back of the mansion, I unlock and open it. The room is dark until I flip the switch, illuminating the entire room. There, in the middle of the massive space, sits the wide and narrow cage. It doesn't look like anyone can fit in it, but they do, and when Jackson moves forward and opens it, Lily gasps. I rip the robe from Sasha's body and walk her into the narrow opening.
Although I despise women, I'm not one for manhandling a female outside of my sexual encounters very often. This is a special circumstance, though. She put her hands on my property; I can't let that happen.
It takes both me and Jackson to restrain Sasha because she struggles to get out of our grasp. Ultimately, it was all for nothing because there were two of us and only one of her, but if it made her feel better, she could try with all her might. She's now inside the cage, spread eagle, and when I close the door, her ass cheeks hang outside of the cage, as does her breasts. Her face protrudes from a circular hole, but she can't move it back or forth.
"I'll send the nurse in to insert your feeding tube," I inform her, then snap my fingers as if remembering to tell her something, adding, "I'll be having a dinner party in the next day or so. If you're good, I'll let you out before the weekends."
"Please, Master. I'm sorry… I'm sorry, Liliana!"
"Do not speak to hereveragain!" I growl angrily. She doesn't have that right, not anymore.
I take my pauper's hand and walk her out of the room. Jackson stays behind to wait for the nurse to get there. Because Sasha has earned the cage, she remains in it for seven days. She does not come out of it for anything, not food, and not to use the restroom. The cage sits over a drain of sorts, and that's how she uses the bathroom. The nurse checks in on her like clockwork and will clean her up when needed. She'll also insert a feeding tube so the woman doesn't starve.
"So, that's the cage? She stays in it for a week? That's horrible," Lily states.
"Oh, pauper, that's not even the worst of it. You will see in a few days' time…" I leave her standing in the hallway at the bottom of the steps as I head in another direction. I can feel her stare burning a hole in my back as I do, and I grin. As much as she hates me, she can't help but be intrigued by me.
I'm interested to see what she will think about the cage. She won't like it for herself, but I doubt I'll put her inside it. Liliana is different from other women, but one never knows if and when my pauper will do something to earn her that punishment.
My thoughts wander to something else she said earlier. Lily mentioned Carmen, and I did well at covering up the anger that filled me at hearing how the bitch came near my pauper. I think I'm going to pay the old hag a little visit.
"I said lick it, you little pussy!"
I hear Carmen's voice from just down the hallway. I'm at the far end of the mansion where she likes to hide, and when I come to the door to the room she likes toentertainin, I shove it open. I don't give a fuck what state of dress she's in or whether she's in the middle of getting fucked. What I do care about is whether she's abusing one of my employees.
I remember when I caught her with Jackson. The bitch had him thinking that he had to do everything she told him to do, and that included fucking her.
I don't fuck the members of my household unless I bring them here just for that, like Sasha and now Lily. So, when I find my aunt always trying to press her luck with new employees, it pisses me the fuck off.
"How many times must I tell you to stop fucking my employees!" I snarl as I grab her arm and yank her from on top of Leroy, one of the younger security recruits I just hired.
"I'm sorry, Sir! She told me that I had to and wasn't allowed to say no…"
I glance down at his crotch and know he's telling the truth; the fucker isn't even hard. I nod at him, letting the sap know that I believe him.
"Get dressed and meet me in my office. I'll be there shortly."
"Yes, Sir!" Leroy collects his discarded clothing and hauls ass out the door.
The smell of smoke tickles my nose, and I snap my head toward Carmen. I snatch the lit cigarette from her fingers and stub it out in a porcelain bowl.
"Don't smoke in my fucking house!" I bark.
"It's not your house yet, dear boy—remember that," Carmen smirks placing her hand on her hip and not bothering to get dressed.
I get up into her face and raise my finger at her. "I may not be able to kick you out yet, and I may not be able to kill you—yet," I say, enunciating the last word, "but that doesn't mean I can't punish you. If you remember correctly, my uncle leftmethis house, not you. He also leftmehis fortune and his legacy. It makes no difference if there are stipulations because Iwillhave what is rightfully mine."
Carmen throws her head back and gives a throaty laugh. "Listen to you. You think you are entitled to everything—"
"I AM ENTITLED TO EVERYTHING!" I roar in her face. "After every fucking thing you did to me when I was younger—you better fucking believe I'm owed everything. I'm owed your pathetic life, too, and I will have it when the time comes."
Carmen's eyes widen and she finally takes a step back. "Are you threatening me?"
I give her my best devious smile as I shake my head. "No, Carmen. I'm not threatening you at all. I'm making you a mother fucking promise."
