Page 24 of Beg for Death
Every time I called him daddy, Ezra reacted. It wasn't bad, in fact it looked like he liked it.
"Don't worry about it." He moved over to my nightstand and sat the plate to the side. He grabbed the pill bottles and shook out one from each. "Take your meds," Ezra said, palm out with each of my nighttime pills in hand.
The fluttery feeling came back full force, and I didn't fight it. I sat up and opened my mouth. Ezra put a single pill on my tongue. The bitter taste of it was gross but I couldn't find it in me to care. He held a cup full of orange juice up to me.
"You're not getting any sun stuck in here," he said.
Why was my kidnapper so good to me compared to every single man who'd been in my life?
I took in enough to swallow my pill. I opened my mouth once it was gone and we did it again until there weren't any more pills left.
"Good boy."
The praise made my chest ache, and I grabbed my teddy to hide the smile on my face. Ezra looked around as if he wasn'tsure what to do next with himself. His gaze went to the door and panic crashed to the forefront of my mind. I grabbed his wrist before he could take a single step.
"Can you stay with me for a little bit?"
"Not a good idea, conejo pequeño."little bunny
I'd noticed Ezra switched to Spanish more often when he didn't want me to understand something. I was starting to get annoyed that I'd taken German instead of Spanish in high school.
"Please. I'll make sure to clean up tomorrow with no mistakes. I'll wash the clothes too and do whatever you ask of me."
He lifted a single brow. "You already do that."
"I'll do it better."
"You've been bullshitting me, boy? Doing half-ass work."
My stomach dropped as fear crept over my shoulder. The hairs on the back of my neck stood.
"No?... sir."
He shook his head. "You're fucking needy, you know that, right?"
I'd heard it a time or ten. When I was about to say sorry, he stripped out of his jeans. "Don't get any funny ideas."
He got into the bed. There wasn't a whole lot of room, and I had to sleep halfway on him.
I couldn't believe it was happening. I wanted to get up and dance. My teddy was in one arm and I had my other resting on Ezra.
My ex always said no to me. He said I ran too hot and he couldn't get good sleep being smothered by me. I'd always assumed teddy was going to be my only sleeping partner.
"Stop moving. I'm going to leave if you keep this up."
I froze on the spot. I didn't want Ezra to go. I hadn't had another person so close in a long while. His body heat was making me feel oddly safe.
"I'm sorry."
He grunted in response, once more glancing over at the door.
No, no. I couldn't let him want to leave.
"What do you do outside of, you know… kidnapping people?"
"What kind of question is that?"
I shrugged. "How about your favorite color or do you like movies? Which genre?"
