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Yeah, work faster, get me everything on Collette. “No, that will be all for now.” I turned the chair and tilted my head, watching the screen again.

Collette had known her situation was unusual and made the adjustments to work it out.

The monitors gave me several different angles so that I could see what she was doing at all times. She appeared to be unaffected by the darkness at this point. After ten minutes of sitting completely still, it was as if she’d reset her mind and was ableto ignore the fact that it was dark. As if it didn’t bother her anymore.

She got up and with confidence walked back to the kitchen. There was no doubt her don’t give a shit attitude was making me hard again.

Most women, no matter how hot or gorgeous they were, left my dick limp. It took a certain kind of connection to activate my sex drive. The need for control in all areas of my life took precedence.

I’d been hard since she bumped into me in the elevator. The attraction I felt for this woman was growing, along with the admiration of how she was handling her situation.

Mesmerized, I watched as she moved to make a sandwich, having decided that the possibility of food in the darkness was better than the alternative of going hungry.

My need to control her and then bend her to my will, grew rapidly with each moment.

She just might be the one person that would cause me to lose my hard earned control.

I wondered what that would be like. I’ve held it reigned in for so long, I wouldn’t know what would happen.

Her actions and patience with the situation were driving me absolutely mad. I was supposed to be the one driving her insane instead.

Two could play this game, I thought as I walked away from the monitors.

Needing some time to let my body calm down, I put on a pair of running shoes.

Exercise was one of the few ways I could get rid of excess steam. The small gym I’d installed was for instances just like this.

I pounded the treadmill as if it had done something to wrong me.

Each time my shoes hit the belt, I repeated the motto that had stood me in good stead over the years.

I was better than this. Control was everything. Even breaths helped my focus stay on the task at hand.

All of the things I’d normally tell myself to regain control of the emotions running rampant through my body.

She would be mine. But in the end, would she wind up making me her own as well?

Chapter 12: Collette

It was still dark. Everything was dark.

My eyes had adjusted to it, but in the pitch blackness that wasn’t much of a comfort. There wasn’t anything comforting about this entire situation.

I thought at least a day had passed, given my body’s hunger and the need to sleep.

Food had taken over all rational thought. It was time for me to have a real meal. I’d eaten the food from the refrigerator twice with no ill results.

He must not have wanted to drug me. There were other things that could be done without using coercion to get what he wants.

All the things he’d done weren’t going to harm me physically. He needed me to be healthy and able to handle whatever he thought of mentally to annoy me.

Darkness was a new psychological torture that I hadn’t been expecting to deal with. It wasn’t unheard of in the foster care world. It wasn’t something new for me.

Foster parents were notorious for throwing an unruly child into a closet to break them. It was sometimes the only way they could discipline us without leaving marks. Sometimes it wasn’t even for discipline they just needed a break or had to go somewhere.

No food, no light, or anyone to talk to for hours, it had been horrible. The only thing that had kept me sane had been Andy.

The Bakers had never done anything like that. We had been old enough and knew that to misbehave would bring consequences of a serious nature. They had always believed in talking about problems and working through them, but it had been ingrained from a small age.