Page 30 of Clawed
Fresh trepidation twisted inside her at that suffocating thought.He could do anything to her, and she was helpless to resist.Even if she could overpower him, which was exceptionally unlikely, she was too worried about the consequences to try.Just standing from the toilet seat induced stress as she worried that her tensing muscles might provoke the dreaded dildo.Her breaths came faster as she anticipated how excruciating the burst of pain would be.
Lawes had said he wouldn’t emit the shock, had said it was only there as a deterrent, but she didn’t believe him.He’d bought the damn thing, hadn’t he?Had saved whatever miserly money an ex-con got and had conjured this grim place and the apparatus to keep and torment her.Experience had taught her not to trust.Being too trusting had landed her in the new nightmare in the first place.
Gripping the edge of the dusty basin, she wiped her tears with the heel of her other hand.She had to get a grip of herself, had to—
“What are you doing in there, little girl?”
Lawes’ voice traveled through the flimsy plank of wood that doubled as a door, though as she spun to face the sound, she reasoned she should probably be grateful for any privacy at all.He’d rarely afforded her any the last time, but then, on that occasion, he hadn’t threatened to electrocute her.
“Washing my hands, Mr.Lawes.”Reaching for the rusting faucet, she twisted the head and waited as the water system groaned into life.
“No need.”New urgency echoed in his tone.“I have antibacterial hand gel.That will suffice.Come out now...on your knees.”
Her heart fell at the final order, fresh tears pricking in her gaze.She had been hoping to wash his dried cum from her face, but apparently, even that was a luxury she couldn’t afford.
Better not piss him off.The taunting fullness at her backside advised.Better do as he says.
Switching off the faucet, she heaved in a breath, thankful there was no mirror for her to witness her own sorry appearance.The last thing she wanted to see was the evidence of how low she’d fallen so fast.It was too demoralizing.
Whatever happened next, she’d have to bear it, although goodness only knew how.In the short term, it would mean obeying his ridiculous commands and being hisgood little girl.Her stomach lurched at the idea.
No choice.
She’d have to comply.However she felt about the role.
Opening the door between them, she inched out of the cubicle onto the thinly-worn carpet and fell to her knees.It didn’t matter that her joints protested as they met the floor, nor that her face flamed as she acknowledged her new position.She had to endure.
“Show me your hands.”He barked the instruction, and wordlessly, she held her palms aloft.
“Here.”He squirted the gel on her upturned palms.“Clean them.”
She obeyed accordingly, trying to stretch the limited quantity he’d offered as far as she could.
“I have another present for you.”His index finger reached under her chin and compelled their gazes to meet as he slid the bottle of gel into his back pocket.
Hannah held her breath.Would he see that she’d been crying?What would he think?
The seconds dragged on around her as his green eyes surveyed her face, and for the longest time, his attention suspended her there, paralyzing her movements and breath.
“Here.”His free hand rose to reveal the so-called gift.“This is for you.”
Her focus flitted to find out what he had in store for her next, her throat drying as she took in the alleged present.It appeared to be a collar—black and relatively thin—the type of thing she’d only seen previously on small dogs.
“It’s real leather.”He released her chin and spread the band open.“We both know how much you like collars, little girl.”
Her heart thundered in recognition as she surveyed her fate, her mind clouding as he wrapped the leather around her neck.She liked the idea of pet play, sure, but not like that—not when she was at the mercy of a madman.
The ache in her head returned with full force as he tugged the leather closed around her neck.She thought to grab it and resist, but fear about electric reprisals held her back.Instead, she pressed her palms against her thighs, noticing the way her limbs trembled.The collar wasn’t especially thick, tight, or uncomfortable, but it was what it represented that disturbed her.
That she was only an animal, his to do with whatever he chose.
Her mind was immediately littered with assertions about how it couldn’t be happening to her and how she’d wake up at any moment, but she knew they weren’t true.The false reassurances no longer offered any comfort.
This was her reality, to be a collared, quivering woman with no agency over either her body or her future.
“We just require one more thing.”He reached for the wall opposite the bathroom as he spoke, and her gaze rose to follow his hand, her belly knotting as she saw what he intended for her.There, hanging on the wall, was a short, metal dog lead.“Your leash.”
Lowering in front of her, he tugged the D-ring attached to the collar around to the front of her neck before he attached the metal leash.Her face burned at the degradation, panic exploding like fireworks in her head.This was the exact scenario she’d once described to Saul in a saucy exchange they’d shared in the middle of the night.She’d told him how much the idea of pet play turned her on, envisioning fun and consensual dates, not an unequivocal loss of her liberty.
