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“Hey!” She tries to get out of the cage, but I lock it and she wraps her hands around the bars. “Let me have my stuffies.”

The tremble in her voice nearly does me in. “Not until you behave. Once you can mind your manners and be a good little girl, you can have them back.”

“Please, don’t leave me alone here.” The words are wobbly and barely coherent but I hear them. Walking out of the room is the hardest thing I’ve done emotionally. All I want to do is hold her and be with her, but I have to set this boundary. To show her bad behavior doesn’t get rewarded.

My mind reminds me I’m the evil one in this equation, but I ignore it. “Daddy!” Her sob almost does me in, but I go to my office to watch her in her cage.

Chapter Thirty-Two

Makingmyselfsickwasn’tmy plan today. I sob so hard, my body is rocking with shock. I didn’t expect Chris to be this way. It gave me hope when he gave me his shirt this morning to wear and made me breakfast.

Why couldn’t he see I needed him to be Daddy? To be gentle and loving. It would have been amazing if he would have just given me a real choice. To choose and forgive him. He demanded, and I felt myself shutting down. How did I end up the bad one today?

Pulling the covers over me, I cry myself to sleep. There’s no reason to stay awake and there’s most certainly no way I could face him. Not right now. I’m too broken.

Waking up, my head pounds and I search for my stuffies. When I remember why they aren’t with me, I curl into myself.

“Jasmine.”

It’s childish but I hide under the covers and refuse to look out. I’m scared he’s going to hurt me. Well, to hurt me even more.

"Jasmine."

There's a warning in his tone that I know he's going to punish me if I keep ignoring him. But he took my stuffies and has not apologized to me. I shouldn't expect an apology. It would just be nice to have one.

Shaking, I hold onto the cover, not wanting to face him. “I’m going to give you a choice, buttercup. If you want to stay in this cage, it will be with the machines fucking every single hole you have. Even that ass of yours. Or you can come out of the cage and be my little girl. Respectful and sweet.”

“How is that a choice, Chris? It’s literally what you want and has nothing to do with what I want.” I don’t remove my head from under the covers.

“Because it’s the only fucking choice you are going to get. Now, what is it going to be?”

“Can I have my stuffies back?” If I can have them, it will be a security blanket. It’s something I need right now. It’s silly, but I feel like I’m drowning in myself and the situation.

“No. You’ll have to earn those back.”

My bottom lip trembles, but I push the covers back and glare at him. “Fine. I’ll get out of the cage. Getting… getting used by the machines doesn’t sound good.”

“Very wise choice, little one.” He unlocks the door and I crawl out.

“Stay on your knees and crawl behind me.” Chris demands and I want to tell him I’m not some damn animal. Still, I keep my head down and stay on all fours.

As we move out of the bedroom, I think about tripping him. Before I can stop myself, I reach out with my hand and grab his ankle.

“Fuck!’ he screams as he goes down. I’m up and running for my life. The front door is right there. I don’t care if the alarm squeals out into the air, I’m going to get away.

The door opens easily and I slam it close, running for my car. There’s an extra key in the console.

“Jasmine!” Chris is out the front door faster than I thought he would be. “You get in that car, and I’m going to spank you.”

“Better to get away than to be your puppet,” I yell at him as I open my car door.He really should have locked it.

Getting in, I lock the door and Chris smacks the window, making me jump. “If you leave, I will track you down. If you make me hunt you, I willfind you and when I get my hands on you,you willregret it.”

“Like I don’t already regret ever meeting you?” I spit at him and it’s not true. My heart is aching as I utter those words. The way I want him to feel every ounce of the brutal reality he has inflicted on me, rips me apart.

“Jasmine, do not go down this road.”

His warning makes me shiver with fear, but I turn the key smirking at Chris. “Bye, Daddy,” I whisper.

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