Page 22 of All Your Hate

To stop myself from snapping back I pick some food up with my hands and eat it. I’d hoped the lack of etiquette would be a turn-off for him, but it only humors him more.

It does feel good to have food in my belly again, but I get full after just a few bites.

“I can’t eat anymore.” I look up at him nervously and he raises a brow. “I really can’t. I’m full.”

His gaze travels down to my mostly full plate. “Did they not feed you there? What exactly did they do to you?” Although his voice is low and harsh, it’s also strangely protective. Like he actually cares what happened to me.

“You tell me. I was unconscious and then I woke up here. Why don’t you fill in the gaps for me?”

His eyes snap to mine and I have to look away.

There’s a few moments of intense silence then he says, “I didn’t exactly plan on taking you, but I couldn’t leave you there for anyone else. Did you know the man that kept you?”

I shake my head.

“Will you tell me anything about why you were there? Just give me something to go on and I can help you.”

Again I refuse to answer him. If he’s so sure that he can take whatever he wants from me then why should I make this easy?

He doesn’t want to help me. He wants to use me, like all the others.

“How about that shower?” The sudden change of tone is jarring.

“I’m not—” Being the arrogant asshole he is, he holds his hand up for me to stop talking and I do, with gritted teeth.

“You can have it alone. That room is yours, for tonight. If you don’t want to talk then go make use of the bathroom and get some rest. Big day tomorrow.”

“What happens tomorrow?”

“I’m not going to spoil the fun. You’ll just have to wait and see. Do you remember where your room is or do you need me to walk you there?” His eyes shine and I realize he’s getting off on this. If I looked down I’d probably see that hard length in his pants that I felt against me, but I refuse to break that easily.

“I can find it myself.” I hesitate before moving in case I’m misreading the situation, but it seems I’ve been dismissed.

With a grimace, I get up. It’s like I have a death wish as I curtsy to the smug high lord of a man.

His teeth sink into his bottom lip as his eyes heat up.

Shit, that really shouldn’t be hot.

I need to keep myself in check. My temper’s already lost me the chance of getting any information from this man tonight.

“I wouldn’t bother wasting your energy looking for a way out. The house is all locked up,” he calls to me, as I leave the dining room with my head held high.

He could be lying. Maybe if I did try the front door it would open, but I don’t have it in me to risk being chained up again.

I still feel weak from the drugs constantly pumped into my system.

Hopefully, if I get some actual rest, I can figure a way out of here tomorrow.

5

BONES

Idon’t think I’ve ever been this hard in my entire life.

As soon as I saw her I knew I had to take her. Then seeing her fast asleep in my closet of all places, solidified that feeling of needing to keep her. To help her.

I can’t let her go.