Page 12 of His Captive

“Please Buddy, I’m desperate,” I beg. The discomfort in my bladder is becoming unbearable.

“Okay.” He rolls his eyes. “The bathroom’s just through here.”

He guides me into the same bathroom I’d used last night when I’d almost gone into Ethan’s office by mistake. And I look at Buddy, confused when he steps in behind me and closes the door.

It takes him a while to notice me staring.

“Oh,” he huffs a laugh “You see, some people Miss, they think I’m not too smart…up here.” His finger taps against his temple. “But I ain’t stupid. Ethan told me I’m to keep you in my sights.”

The pressure in my bladder forces me not to argue.

“For goodness sake. Well, if you’re gonna insist on staying in here, the least you could do is turn around,” I tell him impatiently.

Buddy shrugs again and turns his body to face the door, whistling to himself, while I struggle with restricted hands to lift up my skirt and roll down my underwear, then finally relieve myself.

When I’m done I awkwardly put myself back together, then step toward the basin to wash my hands.

Buddy keeps hold of the chains, leading me past the kitchen and down the corridor. He stops at a door, then opens it into a room so spectacularly big, it makes the extensive antique table sitting in the center of it look small. He urges me toward the table that could easily seat twenty people, where Ethan, my capturer, is seated at the head waiting for me.

Buddy pulls out a chair for me right at the opposite end, and with a nod of consent from Ethan, he un-cuffs my hands.

Ethan may seem a million miles away from me, but I can still feel the raging anger that emanates from him.

“Sit.” His voice echoes around the room, and I hate the way my ass drops immediately onto the seat.

The older woman who’d shown us in yesterday, pushes a trolley in from the hall, pulling it to a stop right beside me. It’s crammed full, and the aromas that travel from it cause my mouth to water, and my stomach to growl even louder. It takes every shred of my willpower not to lunge forward, lift off the silver domed plate covers and devour whatever’s hiding beneath them like a stray dog. But I manage to compose myself.

“You may leave us now, Mrs. Pritchard,” Ethan dismisses her with his hand.

“Very good sir.” Her head lowers to him, before she backs away and leaves the room.

“You too, Buddy.”

Ethan moves his stare away from me, directing it toward Buddy, almost daring him to answer back.

“Okay.” Buddy rolls his eyes. “Enjoy your dinner.” He smiles down at me before he disappears, closing the door after him and shutting us inside. Alone.

“Are you hungry?” Ethan asks curtly.

I nod my head.

“I wasn’t sure what you liked, so I asked Mrs. Pritchard to put together a few options.”

I have no idea what’s underneath the plate covers, I don’t care as long as it will fill my hollow stomach.

“Would you like something to eat Lysetta?” he asks, his voice chillingly calm.

I’m confused by his accommodating nature, it doesn’t make sense. I’ve spent the night sleeping on the floor of a basement and now he’s had different meals prepared in case something isn’t to my taste.

There’s only one explanation.

He’s toying with me.

Playing a game.

I don’t want to be polite to the monster. What I really want to do is tell him to screw his food, and throw it at him. But my stomach rolling over on itself is a reminder that I don’t have the luxury of pride.

“Yes,” I answer his question, gritting my teeth before I added a...

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