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I nodded my head, agreeing to whatever he wanted.
"Answer me." His hand was searing hot as it branded my flesh. My back arched as the heat swept through me like a tornado.
"Yes, Daddy. I'll be good. I'm sorry for being bad. I won't be bad anymore. Please. Daddy, no more." Words poured out of me and I was unable to turn it off. I repeatedpleaseagain and again.
It took my brain way too long to realize he’d stopped spanking me. His hand stayed touching my ass. He parted my cheeks, exposing my hole. Warm breath ghosted over my sensitive flesh and drew out a needy mewl from me. I buried my face into the sheets and bit down hard on the inside of my cheek. I wanted to beg him to do whatever he wanted. Not that my words mattered. He'd made that clear. I had no say in anything that happened to me. All I could do was sit and take it.
"Joder, eres una pequeña provocadora. Voy a destrozarte hasta que no quede nada de ti."Fuck, you're a little tease. I'm going to destroy you until there's nothing left of you.
Something hot splashed over my sensitive skin as my captor’s moan filled the space. I desperately wanted to roll over and look at him. To see his face flushed with desire. My blood rushed so loudly in my ears it felt like I was in an airplane.
"Go to bed, and I better not hear a peep come from here on out." The door slammed shut before I could utter a confirmation.
Silence wrapped around me like a thorny blanket. How fucked was it that I wanted him to come back. Tell me what to do now. Did I move to get comfortable or should I stay in thisposition? Should I wipe off his cum on my abused flesh? Every thought came with a question I didn't have an answer to.
What was wrong with me?
Chapter Seven
Ezra
What was wrong with me?
I was supposed to be making his life hell, but that wasn't giving him hell, it was… something else. Something dangerous and stupid. But the way his ass had rippled beneath my palm, all that soft flesh trembling beneath me. It had caught me up. And then that word. Daddy. He said it so easily, and every time he did, it drew me in tighter. I swallowed thickly. Fuck. This wasn't part of the plan.
As I stood outside his door, I stared at the far wall. I needed to get out of the cabin for a while. Needed to fix my brain because whatever was wrong with me was going to screw up my plans. How was I supposed to kill him in front of Jasper if I was too busy trying to worry about getting my dick inside of him? I turned and yanked the door open again.
"What did you need from that dumbass school?" I barked.
Felix hadn't moved. "M-my blue bag. It has my medicine in it."
Medicine. That was what he needed so desperately. I stared, my jaw clenching tightly. Shit, I hadn't realized he was on any.Not that it mattered. He was here to be tortured and then killed. Why did he need medication to do that? I scratched at my beard roughly.
"Where?"
"Under my bed," he whispered, "sir."
My back stiffened. I slammed the door and threw the lock. As I snatched up my keys and tugged on my boots, my brain screamed at me that I was being weak. Stupid. It didn't matter what the medicine was for. If he died tomorrow, who gave a damn?
I need him for the plan, though. The plan. Gotta keep him alive.
Right, there was a reason I had to keep him around for a little while. So it was better to go get the drugs and let him have them, right? Yeah. That made sense. It was logical. I walked out of the cabin and locked the front door as well. When I climbed into my car, I waited for a moment and stared out at the cabin in front of me. The headlights cut over it, throwing it into light and shadow all at once. Finally, I growled and threw the car into reverse.
"Fucking pain in my ass."
The boy was a mess. Jasper had never mentioned that he was such a mess. I'd seen the pictures around his house, heard stories here and there, but me and Jasper had mostly been worried about each other. Now, I was sure there was a reason he was hiding him. The kid was a little… off. And that was a lot coming from me. I shook my head and pressed my foot on the gas. The car bumped along on the dirt road as I aimed it back toward town. My stomach tightened. This was idiotic, but I didn't stop. Didn't turn around. Just accelerated toward his old campus. Music from the radio cut through the silence, my hands gripping the wheel so tight the leather creaked in my palms.
My jaw was tight when I finally parked down the road, climbed out, and stalked through the streets. His dorm roomwas the closest to a line of trees. I moved forward, opened the window I'd already broken the latch on weeks ago, and hauled it up. Once I climbed inside, I looked around. Everything was a mess. A stack of notebooks haphazardly balanced on the edge of the desk, his laptop was still open but dead now. There was a bunch of clothes spilling out of the closet. Some clean, most dirty. And his bed was a mess of tossed blankets, sheets, and even a stuffed teddy bear with a rainbow flag on its stomach. I stared at the mess.
"Dios,"godI muttered. "What a mess."
I dropped to my knees and reached beneath the bed. There was the blue bag. Pulling it out, I sat on the bed and opened it. Using my phone, I looked at the labels. One by one, I searched them on my phone. Antidepressant, antianxiety, antipsychotic. Mood stabilizer. The boy wasn't just a mess, he was mentally ill. I frowned. He was supposed to take all of these? I checked the dates. They had been picked up two weeks ago but I could tell he'd skipped some. Frowning, I put the bottles back into the bag and zipped it once more. I glanced around the room. With a quick shove, I stood up and snatched a duffel bag. I shoved clothes into it, the pill bag, and the stupid teddy bear. If it made him shut up, why not give him this shit?
Grunting, I put the bag over my shoulder. I climbed back out of the window and let it down behind me. Once I reached my ride, I tossed the bag into the passenger seat and climbed behind the wheel. The entire drive back to the cabin, my irritation grew. I was doing way too damn much, and the worst part was that I still didn't understand why.
I stalked into the cabin and slammed the door behind me. For a minute, I stood there, listening. There was no sound of crying or water running or vomiting. At least he'd calmed the hell down. I crossed the space to his room and opened the door. The light was still on and he hadn't moved from his spot. I staredat him for what felt like ages, unable to tell if he was asleep or awake. His breathing was even, but every once in a while, his leg shifted or his toes curled. My cum still stained his ass, dried now on his creamy skin that was still flushed pink with small spots of color from the bruising force of my palm. I stared at it for what felt like ages before I walked over to him and dropped the bag beside him.
"Get up," I growled. "Your shit is in there. Need water? Drink it from the faucet."
