Page 32 of Breaking Sanity
“Good Morning ladies,” I boom entering the dining area.
All the girls by now recognize my voice so they all keep their heads down. A couple even start slightly shaking in place, which brings a smile to my face.
Good they should be scared.
Not Alley though, her head pops up from her bent position. She stands up, pops her hip out and crosses her arms. Annie’s hand tries to tug Alley’s shirt to get her to sitback down, to no avail. Alley stands her ground and stares at me down.
I will break that attitude Little One.
“Shower time,” I smile.
She is a solid foot plus shorter than me, so I get so close she has to crane her neck to keep her stare down going. It’s a power move on my end. I need her to understand that she is beneath me.
To my surprise, instead of fighting me, she gestures her hand for me to lead the way. I walk out with her in tow. Once we get into the hallway, I turn around to look at her.
Slap!
“You’re a fucking monster,” she says, trying to keep her voice lowered.
I shake off the stunned feeling seizing my body and the sting that rattles through my scars. Without thinking, my hand wraps around her neck squeezing in warning. All the broad does is smile at me in challenge.
You can’t snap her neck!
“You do that again-”
“And there will be dire consequences,” she mocks.
I release her and push her to the stairs. If I was to respond to her, it would just escalate. As much as I want to break her into submission, I can’t, per our rules. If I do, I’m subject to disciplinary action. Gunner would probably beat me to a bloody pulp. Fine, whatever, I would let the little fucker. He doesn’t bother me. It’s Baron, I have no intention of facing off with. I know his methods better than anyone, even better than his claims. It’s been years but still not the experiences I want to repeat.
We go up two flights, go through the corridor, and finally get into the shower rooms. I swiftly walk to the biggest shower stall and rip the curtain off. She doesn’t get privacy until she learns to fucking behave. I turn the water on but keep it on cold, then march back to her.
“Lift your arms now,” I order her. She makes no move to obey. Nope, she just rolls those damn eyes at me.
Fine, we’ll do it the hard way!
I pull the knife from my side holster, gripping the collar of her shirt, I drag the blade through the fabric. I dothe same with her sports bra, then shorts and underwear. Surprisingly she didn’t fight or struggle to get away. Once the torn fabric flutters to the floor, she covers her front.
I had planned on letting her cover herself and walk into the shower but the bitch flips me off. Granted I was eyeing her plump pushed up tits, so I should give her some leniency but fuck that. Alley needs to learn obedience. I grab her upper arm and throw her into the stall.
“Shower,” I order.
“Are you just going to stand there and watch,” she asks, turning her back to me.
“Yes, privacy is only for those who behave,” I inform eyeing her now wet body.
“Well I guess I won’t have any privacy then,” she laughs as she starts to wash her hair. Her back is still to me and she makes no move to turn the warm water on.
That’s a first.
I can’t help but stare. Alley isn’t my type, attitude wise but I can admire her body. She has a thicker hourglass shape, and glowing skin. Oddly her back has a slight tan but from her ass to her feet she is pale. Her legs could rival Casperhonestly. Her skin is almost flawless, with a few tattoos and several nasty bruises mainly on her side.
Gunner said that she threw herself out of the moving SUV, so her right side took the brunt of that landing. She has hips that are perfect for holding onto while railing her from behind. Her ass is plump, not overly but you would definitely notice her walk past you on the street. Her thick thighs taper into the toned calves. I crave to see all of her.
“Turn around,” I order.
“No,” she snaps.
“Either you turn around or I turn you around,” I threaten.
