Page 73 of Sparks of Insanity
Ethan though; monstrous, or the calm, controlled man he’d been, I think he’d always appeal to me, even if right now I was so pissed at him about my hair that I could scream.
My identity mattered to me. The persona I’d created to hide behind, after the hell of my school years, was all I had. She’d become me, but a stronger, darker version of me. He’d just attempted to strip me of that safety net, that hiding place, and I was feeling strangely vulnerable and exposed right now. Even more than being tied naked to a bed, that is.
My tattoos were still all there, and my scars, but with no makeup, and what looked like almost white-blonde hair, I no longer looked anything like Em, the shell I’d created to wrap around me.
“Time to eat, Ember.” I glared at Ethan as he stepped back into the room, wearing only those damn sweatpants and nothing else. He was looking delicious and he knew it, from the arrogant smirk on his face, and that gleam in his eyes, that said he saw every little fucking thing.
“What if I don’t want to eat?”
He shrugged, sitting on the bed beside me, and wafting the smell of something spicy, filled with small pieces of meat and rice.
“You’re still going to, Ember. I need you strong and able to fight me, don’t I?”
I tugged on the restraints and smirked at him, like I’d found the fault in his planning.
“I mean, you have an unfair advantage anyway, Ethan, or are you going to free me to be more of a challenge for you?”
He lifted a spoonful of the yummy-smelling dinner, and waved it at me.
“Only if you eat. Open wide, baby.”
“You’re not fucking feeding me like I’m a child!”
The spoon came closer, and I pressed my lips together stubbornly, trying to burn him alive with my glare.
“Aw baby, but youarelike a child. There’s so much you have to learn and experience, but I’ll make a real woman out of you. One depraved fuck at a time.”
I still refused to open my mouth, but that didn’t faze him. He set the bowl down and pinched one of my nipples, and as I opened up to curse him, he pushed the spoon into my mouth. I was going to spit it back at him, because what an asshole, but honestly, I was hungry and it tasted so good.
“Not so bad, huh? I can put worse things in your mouth later, if you like.”
I finished the mouthful and reluctantly opened up for another bite, because one taste of food had my stomach growling eagerly for more.
“I knew you could behave, Ember. All you needed was a firm hand, right? Glare all you want, but if you want to eat, you have to be good. And if you want to be a little bitch, I’ll treat you like one.”
I bit back my response, and let him feed me, because I needed the food so I’d have the strength to kick his ass later. When I’d finished, he lifted a glass of water and let me take a few mouthfuls.
“You can have more in a minute. In the meantime, let’s talk about something.”
I lifted my eyebrows and waited, and he nodded with approval.
“Good. You can behave when you want to, huh? So yeah, we’re going to make a baby. I’ve decided that’s going to happen, and I’m not letting you go until we have. Once our baby is born, you can leave if you want to, but I’m keeping it. I’ll raise it to be a well-rounded, but twisted little fucker. They’ll appear normal, but they’ll be as fucked up as your family, I’m sure.”
“Why?”
He leaned back on his hands, looking completely comfortable, because of course, he had all the power right now.
“Why make a baby? Or why let them be a psycho?”
I gritted my teeth so I’d hold back the things I wanted to yell at him.
“Both. And if you insist on creating life, why can’t we do better? Why can’t we give that child a life that means they won’t end up like me, or you? Why can’t we give them the life I should have had?”
Ethan watched me, but was he mulling over my words, or mocking me? Honestly, with that beard, there was no way to tell what his mouth was truly doing unless it was a wide grin, or that twisted little smirk of his.
“Ethan?”
Finally a grin, something I could read.
