Page 69 of All Your Hate

Wynter gasps, “Bones. Please, don’t do this! I really am sorry! I swear. I’ll never run again, I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Calm down.” Why is she suddenly so worked up? It’s just the doc.

I pull the covers over her so only her back is exposed and call out, “You can come in now.”

“No, no! Please don’t! Please don’t let him fuck me. Please don’t share me!” she cries out as she struggles against her ties.

I bring my face next to hers. “Shh shh, that’s not what this is. You’re safe with me I swear. I wouldn’t actually do that to you. Remember your lesson. I’m the only one that will ever enter you. Mind, body, and soul you’re mine and mine alone.”

Her eyes are brimmed with tears and a few have slipped free. It breaks my heart to see. She never cries unless she’s past breaking point.

Those big eyes stare up at me, begging for comfort and I stroke her hair some more. Her rigid body softens a little. Seems my lesson was effective after all.

“Back I presume?” Luka asks and I realize he’s asking where I want the tracker inserted.

“Yeah, middle where she can’t reach it.”

“Reach what?” she squeaks out and starts trying to move away, but I hold her still.

The bed dips as Luka sits next to her and opens his satchel.

“Keep her still for this,” he says and I have to press all my weight down onto her as she fights against me.

“Get your hands off me! You’re not coming anywhere near me!”

Luka pinches the skin on her back, just above where the rope connecting her arms together ends, and inserts a large needle with the tracking chip in.

She yelps out as it goes in. “What the fuck was that? I am going to kill the pair of you!”

I’d feel guilty if this wasn’t turning me on so much. I have to admit I was worried this might break her, that she’d become a quiet little thing and lose her fire, but it seems to have only added fuel to it.

“It’s just a tracker.”

“Just a—” she screeches. “You put a chip in me like I’m some sort of dog?”

“You certainly chose a dramatic one,” Luka says.

I snort out a laugh. “You don’t even know.”

“I expect the money—”

“Already on it,” I say, unlocking my phone and transferring it over.

Luka grunts out an acknowledgment as he heads for the door. “Next time, remember I do have a life outside the hospital and I’d rather not spend it here.”

“If I see you again I’ll be sure to rip your balls off so I wouldn’t come back if I were you,” Wynter shouts and Luka ignores her, shaking his head as he leaves.

“Get off me already!” She tries to wrangle herself out from underneath me.

“Promise to behave?”

“Behave?! You have me tied up in your bed and you just put a fucking tracker inside me! It’s not like I can go anywhere so get the hell off me.”

I release her and as she tries to roll over she lets out a pained moan. “I need to pee. So if you don’t untie me I’ll do it in your bed.”

“And you’ll be the one lying in it until I decide to clean you up.”

“Fine,” she huffs. Then after a few seconds sighs, she asks, “What do I need to do to earn bathroom privileges?” She sounds resigned and I believe that she really does need to pee.