Page 7 of His Captive

“No.” Ethan’s eyes home in on me as he speaks. “No police.”

That’s something I guess.

“Ok sir, if you're sure. Is there anything missing?”

Ethan ignores that question.

“When the place is clear, I want you and Joel to make sure the place is secure and then leave. We will discuss how this happened tomorrow morning,” The threat in his tone causes the almost seven foot of man muscle to lower his eyes to the floor shamefully.

“And what about...” the guy’s head, not so subtly gestures toward me.

“I’ll deal with her,” Ethan assures him.

“Tell Mrs. Pritchard she is excused for the rest of the evening on your way out.”

“Very good sir.” The man backs out of the room sheepishly, closing the door after him.

We sit in silence for the longest time, long enough for me to think about making a break. The door hasn’t been locked again since security guy left, but fear convinces me that Ethan would only catch me and make me regret it.

Besides, even if I get out of the house where would I go? I have no transport, and the house is completely isolated, built on the top of a hill that overlooks Cannonville, a town that is at least two miles away. I’m surrounded, caged in by woodland and open fields.

I have no hope.

“Stand up,” Ethan orders me eventually. Rising to my feet, I keep my eyes on the floor while he steps around his desk. He takes hold of my arm roughly, dragging me with him. Moving us back through the hall, and to a door on the far side of the room, one that I can't recall being on the house plans.

When he opens it, cold air spills out and causes goose bumps to lift on my skin. Ethan leads me down the dark staircase, where despite the chill, the air is thick and stuffy, like it could suffocate.

Cobwebs cling to my face as we descend, and I try brushing them away with my free hand, only to find myself becoming tangled up in more.

Ethan drags me through another door, one that creaks defiantly as he pulls it opened into an equally dark room. His hand pats the wall until he locates a switch, and a single bulb that hangs in the center of the room takes its time to illuminate a brick-walled prison,

There’s only a small barred window, nothing that resembles furniture and my attention is immediately drawn to a set of chains that hang from the wall on the far side of the room.

What is this place?

I’m forced toward the restraints, my body slammed hard against the cold, damp wall before Ethan takes his time, bending to pick up the long chain from the floor. He watches my eyes for a reaction as he gives it a sharp tug with his hand, testing that it’s fixed securely. He must notice how they stretch wide when I realize there’s a thick black collar attached to the end of them.

“What is that?” I ask through shaky lips.

He ignores me, opening the collar and holding it between us in both his hands.

His eyes flick between me and the metal restraint, like there’s some kind of conscience war battling inside his head. In the end, evil must prevail because he stares at me coldly, raising the collar up to snap it shut around my neck. The heavy metal chills my skin and weighs down my shoulders.

“Please, don’t do this...I didn’t have a choice,” I beg. But he’s emotionless, capable of anything. And the fact this guy has his own dungeon doesn’t exactly bode well for me.

“What’s your name?” he asks, his voice dark and even more intimidating down here.

“Lysetta,” I whisper as his face moves closer to mine, so close that our noses almost touch. Flames flicker up my spine when his hand reaches around me, grabbing my hair in his fist.

“Lysetta…” he growls my name, making it sound incredibly sexy on his lips and inappropriately causing my pussy to spasm.

“You always have a choice,” he speaks back at me through his teeth, using his grip to force my head back. “Tonight, you made a really bad one.”

“Please, just tell me what you are going to do with me?” I swallow back all my fear and dare to ask.

He grips at my jaw, with his other hand, squashing my cheeks between his thumb and fingers. Then leaning in even closer, his lips brush my ear.

“I’m going to keep you,” he whispers, grazing his teeth over my earlobe, then sinking them deep into the flesh. His contact causes my body to tremor and my panties to dampen.

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