Page 30 of Like Fathers, Like Son
I tried to pull back from his grip, but it was too painful.
“Because it is a big fucking deal, Blaze. I never agreed to being touched by you. I never agreed to letting you touch me in any way. You need to let me go, before this goes too far, and you can’t undo it.”
His fingers loosened and for a moment, I thought he’d listened to me, and was seeing sense at last.
When he reached over to unclip the cuffs from the bed, again I foolishly thought he was paying attention to my words, and what I wanted.
He shoved me hard, making me fall back on the bed, and then he crawled over me, his body pressing me down, even as my cuffed hands pushed against his chest.
“No,” I gasped, as he grinned down at me. I was receiving another terrifying reminder that he was stronger than me, faster than me. More brutal than me.
“Yes. You know I loved you, Anneka. You were all I wanted, the person I thought about when I fell asleep, and dreamed about. The person on my mind the moment I woke up each morning. You were my everything.”
He looped a hand around my throat, his palm lightly touching me, while his fingers and thumb squeezed either side of it, making me panic, struggling to free myself.
“Stop!”
He smirked at me, leaning closer, until he filled my vision, and everything was Blaze. He was all I could see, smell, hear, and feel.
“Never, but you wanna know why? Because I hate you, Anneka. I hate you enough that I want you to suffer here in this place. Suffer every time I’m around you. I want to see your pain, and your fear. I want to see it when you give up. When you realise that I’m all you have now. All you’ll have forever. There are prices for being such a bitch, and you’re about to pay every last one of them.”
Blaze moved fast, latching my cuffs to the bed again, and then he pushed away from the bed and strode out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
What? What did I do to him? I struggled to sit up again, as he reappeared a few moments later, and held up a paper cup of water.
“Because I keep my promises, and you earned this.” He let me gulp down the cup of water, then walked away again, leaving me confused and worried, because I thought this was all because he was obsessed with me. Obsessed, as in he wanted me, loved me, even. But he said hate. He hated me. How much worse would he treat me out of hate, than if he’d just loved me still.
I was left alone for hours, and wondered if he was ever coming back, and more to the point how fast he would come back, because suddenly all I wanted was to pee. I had a feeling he’d be pissed if I made a mess on the refreshed bed, and honestly, there was no way I could bring myself to let it happen. I couldn’t help being ill after the drug he gave me, but peeing on myself was a choice I’d never make.
Eventually I started yelling his name, and when he came back, I suddenly regretted it because he looked pissed as hell.
“What?!”
I fell silent, suddenly remembering how afraid I was of this man who’d at least been only creepy as a kid, but now was a real threat to me.
“Anneka!”
I took a deep breath and tried to sit up again.
“I need the bathroom, Blaze.Please.”
He rolled his eyes at me. “Oh, is that all?”
“You won’t make me pee the bed, will you?”
He crossed the room to unlock the cuffs and release my wrists, while I rubbed at the bruised skin.
“Stop being a wimp, your wrists are just fine.”
He grabbed my elbow and dragged me up from the bed, walking me into a pale, carpeted hallway, and into a room across from mine. He pointed at the toilet as he closed the door, leaning back against it with his arms folded.
“W… wait, you’re staying in here with me?”
His lips twitched as he shrugged, keeping his eyes on me like I realised he planned to do the whole time I used the facilities.
“Blaze, please, I don’t want you in here while I pee.”
He groaned, and grabbed my arm again, dragging me back to the door.
