Page 19 of Beg for Death
I shook my head even as the urge to say yes crept up my spine.
Hold it together, Felix.
"Good." He snatched something up off the kitchen table I didn't see and shut the door again.
No one knew my preferences and there was a reason for it. The one person I'd spilled the beans to what I liked in the bedroom turned out to be the worst person. The moment my ex knew I was a masochist and loved the idea of being dominated while also being taken care of, he zeroed in on the fact I liked pain. His hits felt selfish. His mocking always made me feel like shit instead of the twisted tingles of embarrassment.
Nothing like what I got from Ezra.
I shook my head, pushing away the memory of his heavy hand on my ass or the way his cock slid down my throat and blocked all air from reaching my lungs.
He was my captor, and I was pretty certain my destiny was to die at his hands. But in another life, maybe we'd be something else.
Chapter Nine
Ezra
Iwatched. Every single day that I let him out of the room, I watched him. Whether it was from my phone and the camera's I had installed or right from the couch. He moved through the kitchen quietly. Efficiently. Whenever he tried to talk to me, I grunted. I needed to keep some space between us because talking to him was dangerous. Something wasn't right in that one's head.
Staring at my phone, I scrolled through it. My emails to Jasper had started to get through. For now, he was just suspicious, unsure if it was even more. Leaving his friend’s fingers in his bed had been a stroke of genius, though. Right now? I knew he was terrified, and that's right where I wanted him to be. Let him sit for a while longer. Let him suffer.
The sound of shattering glass made my head jerk up. Felix stared at the glass that was on the ground and then he looked at me. I expected to see fear, terror. Instead, all I saw was him searching my face. My jaw tensed as I shot up from my seat on the couch.
"You do that on purpose?" I asked.
Felix shook his head. "N-no!"
I took a step forward. "If you lie to me, your punishment is going to be so much worse."
He looked at the floor. "It wasn't on purpose. It was slippery."
I blinked at him and then pulled out my phone again. Without saying a word, I reviewed the camera. Felix stood by the sink, drying the glasses carefully. He put one down on the counter, glanced back, and then slowly pushed it toward the edge with his fingertips. For a second, he hesitated as it reached the edge before he pushed it off. The glass crashed and he jumped. I turned the video off.
"Liar," I said as I walked toward him. "Why did you push that glass off?" I asked, closing the space between us. "Huh? Answer me!"
"I didn't," he whined.
My jaw tightened. "It's like you're begging to be punished. Is that it? You need me to put my hands on you?"
He sucked in a breath. When Felix looked up at me from under those thick lashes, I saw the truth in them. He wanted me to put my hands on him. The little freak probably liked it when I touched him. When I hurt him. My dick stiffened at the thought of that. I reached down, gripping my length through my jeans for only a second. And then I moved. I pushed Felix away from the glass until he was clear of it before I spun him around and shoved him over the counter. Reaching down, I put in the code to the shackle on his ankle. It opened and I put the lock aside.
"Take your clothes off. Now."
Felix hesitated. "And then what? Sir?"
I raised a brow at him and swatted his ass through his shorts. When he cried out, I did it again. "I gave you an order. Strip!"
He fumbled with his clothes as he started to tug them off. The shirt got caught on his head and he fought with it before he tossed it to the floor. His shorts followed until he was nakedin front of me. I looked at him from head to toe. His ankle was a little raw. I could have snapped the shackle back onto him, but what was the point? I was faster and stronger. If he tried anything stupid, I could catch him. Stepping forward, I crowded him against the counter. When he took in a shaky breath, I pulled my pocket knife out, flicked it open, and pressed the tip beneath his soft chin. I could imagine the knife sliding in like butter, smooth and easy into his warm flesh.
"Now, tell me the truth, boy." I reached out and grabbed his arm roughly. "Did you push that glass on purpose?"
Felix whimpered. "Please…"
"Answer the question!"
"Yes!" he cried out, his bottom lip trembling. "I'm sorry, sir. I didn't…"
"Don't lie and say you don't know why," I cut him off, the knife pressing more firmly and making him cry out. "You're going to tell me exactly what went through that stupid little head of yours when you did it. Why did you push it off?" When he hesitated, I slid the knife down the curve of his throat. When he made a strangled sound, I grinned. "Look at me. Right in the eyes. And tell the truth. Why did you push it?"
