Page 27 of Clawed
Resolve resounded in her mind.
She wouldn’t allow it.
He looked up from the old, comfortable seat to her left, his expression irritatingly impassive.
“Whatever I like.”
Shit.
That wasn’t what she wanted to hear.Better there was a plan, even if it was a dark and dastardly one she loathed.If there was a plan, then she had something to work with, something to hang on to in the coming hours of torment, but without one, she was lost to the consuming madness.
What difference does it make?
There had never been a plan at the surgery.It seemed Lawes’ and Fuller’s only goal had been to collect as many petrified women as they could, dehumanize them, and make them exist in their own empire of subjugation.
Was that what his latest world was about, too?Had she just become the center of the pervert’s entire universe?Out of jail and clearly unhinged, he seemed to have little else to captivate his concentration.
“Please.”She hated the desperation in her voice.“I need to use the bathroom.”
In the end, it was all she could think to say.She didn’t especially need to use the toilet, but she assumed the desire would demand he release her.
Fleetingly, she permitted her mind to flit back to those dark basement days and recall how the women had been forced to take care of their most basic needs.She prayed to anything holy that was prepared to listen that Lawes had a better provision in mind this time around.
“How badly?”He rose to his full height, frowning as he stalked toward her.
Once again, she was struck by just how tall he seemed, but then she supposed that was inevitable when she was always sitting, kneeling, or crawling in his presence.
“Very,” she squeaked, unsure whether to use his preposterous fucking title again or not.She didn’t want to piss him off at such a critical juncture.She knew a brute like Lawes would use any potential need against her.“Please, Mr.Lawes, sir.”
“Hmmm.”He folded his arms in front of his enormous chest.Prison might have grayed him, but it didn’t seem to have diminished his impressive physique.“Fine.There’s a toilet along the corridor.”He nodded to the door at the end of the room.“But first, we’ll need to get you ready.”
Her heart picked up its pace, her emotions swinging from hope to concern.When a man like Lawes suggestedreadyingher, it would invariably mean something demeaning.It always did.She just wasn’t sure what yet.
“Wait here.”
He sniggered as he walked away, apparently entertained by his quip.Of course, she was going to wait.What else could she do, strapped down as she was?
“I accept you’ll have to move around the property.”
His voice carried from the rear of her chair, and not for the first time, she wondered what he kept there.It seemed every time he returned, he was adorned with another instrument of her torment, as though he had everything laid out there...just waiting for her arrival.As the anxiety in her belly knotted, she realized that was probably exactly what he’d done.
“But there are rules, little girl.”
She caught sight of the plastic toy in his hand even before his face had come back into view, her pussy clenching at what his ‘rules’ might mean.He’d been right about one thing earlier.Hecouldmake the experience good for her if he chose to, but the insidious idea of decrees set down by Lawes suggested otherwise.
“This.”He thrust the dildo closer to her, and she noticed how the wide end seemed to have a base.“Is for your delectable backside.”
Her brow furrowed.My arse?
“Not what you were expecting?”He chuckled.
“No, Mr.Lawes, sir.”
There seemed no harm in admitting it.She still couldn’t see how the toy linked to the so-called rules, although she was too afraid to ask for clarification.
“Let me explain.”He turned the dildo around, allowing her to survey its smooth length.“This isn’t just a regular sex toy, little girl.It has a special purpose.”
She didn’t like the sound of that.
