flicking behind her constantly. Her fears realized as loud steps
approaching echoed throughout. While Olga closed her eyes, Laura kept hers wide
open, her posture firm and ready for battle.
“What’s with all the commotion?” Kayne slammed the door open,
passing Olga, and in a few steps, he faced Laura.
“Is there a problem, Laura?” His voice was chillingly calm.
“No, Master Kayne, no problem. I was just about to get Miss Spencer
ready…” Olga threw to his back.
He ignored her. His eyes were burning into Laura, daring her to
defy him. She gulped but held his stare. She’d take the bait, gladly.
“I would prefer staying in my room.” Her voice was just as calm,
though her heart beat so frantically in her chest, she feared it might explode. She
knew it was madness, but she couldn’t back out now, and she was in no mood to spend
another supper as his obedient pet.
“You would prefer staying in your room?” he hissed. He then
sneered at her, a wicked gleam in his eyes as he lifted a hand to her face. She
flinched, but he gently brushed her cheek with the backof his hand.
“And here I was thinking we were off to such a good start,” he said mockingly.
With no other warning, he grabbed her by the arm and dragged her
forcefully out of the room as Olga watched silently, looking miserable, her head
bowed. He dragged her down the hallway and through a small room in the western wing.
He only stopped when they reached a door at the back of the room. Laura had
maintained her composure until that moment, until he opened the door to reveal the
downward spiral staircase it led to. Something about those stairs, the black iron
ramp, the steep steps too close to one another, the damp air that reached her
nostrils, raised every hair on her skin.
“Where are you taking me?” she breathed, fear stricken.
He looked her over very briefly, his eyes cold as ice. “You’ll
see.” As they reached the sublevel, he pushed her to the left, stopping in front of
a metallic door with a keypad on the side. He pushed a few buttons, and the door
opened, revealing a concrete holding cell. It was tiny. There was a toilet, one roll
of toilet paper sitting at the top, a sink, and one plastic cup. There wasn’t even a
dirty mattress on the floor. He offered her a sinister smile as he urged her inside
with his typical ladies first gesture, the same one he used when he lured her
in the interrogation room.
Laura blanched, beginning to shake her head violently. “No… no…
Please… no, please…”
Seeing his stoic face, she grabbed his shirt in anguish. “Please,
you don’t understand… anything, but not this, please, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,
please…”
“It’s a little late for apologies, Laura,” he said coolly as he
firmly removed her hands off him.
“No… Please… you don’t understand… please… not the cage, not the
cage! I’ll do anything!”
Her desperate pleas fell on deaf ears. His eyes were cold as ever,
as he pushed her in and locked the door.
***
He could hear relentless banging and desperate sobs
as he walked away. He had never utilized the cell in that fashion. Mainly, he’d used
it for its intended purpose, bringing in countless men for interrogation and holding
them prisoner when necessary. A few times, he had even locked away some of his
submissives as punishment when they misbehaved. It was all part of the game though.
Never had he forced a woman in against her will, let alone one he was intent on
seducing. He shook his head, all too aware of how detrimental to his cause his
action had just been.
He couldn’t help it, he was still livid. He would not stand for
such behavior. She had to pay for her impudence. However, he did not expect such a
violent reaction. Did she just call it a cage ? Interesting … He didn’t
want to traumatize her, but he couldn’t soften up. Empty threats were death. She had
to
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