Page 61 of Corrupt Game
A snicker popped out, and I clapped a hand over my mouth in surprise.
“You don’t agree?” He turned in the chair to face me.
“Not exactly. How does putting me in the dark for two weeks count as healthy?”
“That part is unavoidable. You’re given foods that contain high amounts of vitamin D to offset any effects.” He paused. A war waged on his features, and I couldn’t decide if I’d overstepped or not.
“Collette, you are the most difficult assistant that I’ve had to date. All the others before you were only in the basement with no light for about three days. You are very unusual. I hope you are worth the effort I’m putting into you. Only time will tell.” He tilted his head as if unsure of the verdict.
My heart leapt at his words. I fought hard to stomp down the laugh and joy I wanted to express. I was causing him more trouble than others. He liked me enough to put in the effort.
Whew! That was a huge relief, or it had been until the thought of him getting frustrated and disposing of me crossed my mind.
I frowned but rose when he did.
“Go use the restroom. You may take the butt plug out, but reinsert it when you’re done,” he warned. “There’s lube on your counter, and I will be checking to make sure that you’ve done as asked.”
Wrinkling my nose up at the order, I walked to the room I was already starting to think of as mine and did as he said.
At least if I did it, he wouldn’t be touching me. I got so turned on when he did the littlest things. It had to stop if I was going to finish my mission.
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Even from the limo, I watched the scenery and really took it in. Driving around during the month I’d been here after Andy’s death, I’d seen San Francisco, but hadn’t taken it in. I was narrowed minded and goal focused during that time.
Mr. Holdt pointed out things of interest until we arrived at Golden Gate park.
Rossi opened the door for me, and I joined Mr. Holdt.
He held out his hand and with only a second of hesitation, I took it. It wouldn’t hurt to play the part of girlfriend if that’s what he wanted.
There were families, joggers, and all sorts of people out in the park. It made the fact that we weren’t in the same category all the more apparent.
What was I thinking? Nothing about this was normal. I’d signed away my rights to this man in what was becoming a horrible attempt to right a wrong.
“The construction of the bridge began on January fifth, nineteen thirty-three.” Mr. Holdt started explaining all of the finer details of the bridge’s attributes.
His voice made me wish that this was real. Some part of me longed to have a real relationship where we could take a walk and find things that interested us.
It appeared that he was going to give me the tour, but I just wanted to soak up the sun.
Rossi walked behind us at a discrete distance and kept an eye out for any threats that might jump out at us.
Even with all of the pacing that I’d done in the basement, my body wasn’t used to exercising anymore. Mr. Holdt noticed and had slowed his pace to match mine.
A market or festival of some kind with booths was in front of us, bustling with people. One day when this was over, I would be able to shop in places like this without worrying about money or how much something cost.
“Would you like to walk through?” Mr. Holdt asked.
Astonishment crossed my face.
“Yes, please.”
It became apparent that Mr. Holdt had no issues spending money. Anything I had the slightest interest in, he would pay for.
By the time we’d moseyed through the booths, we both had quite an armful of things.
Most of it was clothing or shoes that would look great with my complexion. A scarf or some accessory that I could wear when I started working again.