Page 28 of Like Fathers, Like Son
“Go fuck yourself, but give me the water first.”
Blaze lifted the cup, taking a sip of water and sighing like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted.
“Say please, or I’ll drink it here in front of you, and leave you thirsty. Might even leave the bed a mess, after all, it’s not my fault you couldn’t at least puke over the other side of the bed.”
How could he be so grown up, and dare I say, kinda hot, and yet be such a psycho at the same time?
“You made me ill, so the least you can do is help me. You wanted to help me, didn’t you?”
Blaze took another sip of my damn water, raising his eyebrows at me.
“You have no power here, Anneka. No negotiation options, no chance of coercing me into doing what you want. You’re mine, and you’re here because I planned it carefully, and executed that plan with precision and, you know what else?” He smirked as he aimed the cup in my direction.
“I enjoyed every fucking minute of your terror as you realised you were being taken. I enjoyed knowing that I had all the power, and you? You couldn’t do anything except let yourself be taken. That’s how it works, see. That’s your role here, to do what I want when I want, because I’m not some little kid anymore, Anneka. I’m a grown man, with a man’s body, and a man’s strength, and a man’s needs.”
Ugh. If he came too close, I’d claw his fucking eyes out.Or I will, the moment he frees my damn hands.
“So let’s start easy. You want the water, you say please and you get it. It’s that simple. You do anything else and you won’t like how that goes.”
The easy grin was gone, and all that remained was malice, cold hard deadly malice, directed right at me. Suddenly it didn’t matter that it was Blaze, or that I’d known him as a kid. I didn’t know him now, and I didn’t know what he was capable of, but at the very least, he was a kidnapper. I was in worse trouble than I thought. And I really, really needed that damn water.
“Please,” I finally whispered, watching his face relax a little as he stepped closer, and lifted the paper cup of water to my lips. I greedily gulped half of it the instant I could reach it, but he pulled back and stopped me from drinking more.
“You’ll need it for these. They’ll help with the headache.” I had to pray they really were painkillers and not anything worse, but I needed them because with this blinding headache, I wasn’t able to think clearly at all.
I fought the urge to bite him as he arrogantly expected me to take them from his palm with my mouth, but I had no other options in this moment. He helped me wash them down with the last of the water, and I stared morosely at the empty paper cup in his hand.
“Can I get more?”
Blaze winked at me then. “You can earn as much as you want; shall I tell you how?”
I nodded slowly, and watched as he pulled my phone from his pocket.
“Give me your passcode.”Oh god.
Blaze
She glared at me for a full minute, before she finally told me, and I unlocked her phone. Truth be told, I could have hacked it, but it was more about establishing trust right now. Proving to her that she had to obey me if she wanted any comfort here.
I checked her text messages, and sent one to her mother, confirming safe arrival at her destination, taking care to make it sound like her, adding her usual blushing emoji at the end followed by two hearts.
After that, I sent one to her friend Natalie, apologising for having to cancel, but something had come up with work.
Finally, I looked up that asshole Nathan, and messaged him to tell him that it was over, before I blocked his number.
“What did you just do?”
Anneka was just as beautiful as she’d been as a child, but even more so now. Her face was heart shaped, and her lips were fuller than they’d been. Her eyes were a little bloodshot from the drug I’d given her, but they were no less blue than they’d been as a kid. Her cheeks were a little pinker than they’d probably normally be, and as I watched her, scrutinising her, she lowered her eyes, sucking her lower lip nervously.
“Just made sure everyone knows you’re safe and well.” I switched off the phone, and pulled it apart, removing the sim card and shoving it in my pocket. The rest of the phone went in my other pocket, as if keeping them in separate pockets would somehow make it even harder to trace.
I knew what I was doing though. Right now there was no active GPS, nobody could force the phone back on to track it, and I’d taken every precaution to cover my tracks, both electronically and physically.
Nobody could find her here. It was isolated, impossible to find, and locked up tighter than a prison. That’s exactly what it was though; her prison. Her cage until she accepted me as hers, accepted that she was mine. Only mine.
“You can’t do this, Blaze. It’s not right. People will look for me in the end. They’ll find my car, and they’ll-”
I grinned, knowing I’d covered my tracks perfectly, and gripped by the cruel urge to destroy a little more of her hope, just to see it dawn on her that there was no rescue coming for her.
