“That’s what I figured.Lack of education doesn’t mean you won’t turn out to be an adorable little masochist.I’m not sure you’ll be capable of satisfying the sadist in me, though.”He sighs as if he’s disappointed by this notion.“The point is, I’m wondering if I can remove my hand from your mouth without you screaming?Can I, princess?”He has the same deep, gravelly voice he used in the pantry.
I nod because what else can I possibly do?I need him to remove his hand.It’s making me feel like I can’t breathe.
Slowly, he pulls his palm away before tapping my lips with one finger.He slides that hand down to my neck and places it over my throat, giving me a new reason to freak the fuck out.He could cut off my airway and strangle me.It would be sometime tomorrow before anyone found my dead body.
“That’s a good girl.I don’t want to hurt you, princess.I just want to talk to you, get to know you better.How does that sound?”
I swallow.What the hell is happening to me?“Why?”My voice squeaks.
“Shhh.Whisper, princess.You don’t want to wake anyone up.”
I nod.
“Why?I wish I knew.There’s something about you that intrigues me.I can’t seem to get you out of my system, so I’m here.I guess I’m kind of hoping you’ll say or do something that will turn me off and help me purge you from my thoughts.”He speaks so candidly, but his words are total madness.
I’m trembling violently.
His hand slides over the comforter from my throat to the middle of my chest.“I don’t usually fall for the girls.It’s never happened before.”He leans in closer.“You smell so good, and you’re so pretty.I love how pure and innocent you are.Like a blank slate waiting to be trained and molded into a perfectly well-behaved girl.”
A whimper escapes me.My heart is racing.Trained and molded?
“You’re very messy, princess.Your room is always so untidy.How can you live like this?”
Always…?So hehasbeen in here before.“Did you make my bed this morning?”I ask, my voice as soft as I can get it.
“You noticed.I wondered if you would.It was hard to restrain myself.I wanted to organize your closet and clean your bathroom, too.Now that you’ve caught me, I think I will.Would you like that, princess?Would you like me to help you get organized?”
I don’t move an inch.I can’t answer that question.When I try to pull my arm free, he grips my wrist.
“Tsk tsk.Keep your arms at your sides, princess.If you’re concerned about why you can’t see, it’s because I’ve blindfolded you.It’s better this way.Imagine how much more panicked you would be if you could identify me.”
I nod.“Okay.”He’s right.He’s batshit crazy, but whatever it takes to appease him.
“Not forever, pretty girl.Just for now.Maybe, someday, I’ll get you out of my system and never come back.Then you won’t have to worry about reporting me.You won’t know who I am.But maybe things will go in the other direction, and I’ll decide to keep you.We wouldn’t be able to spend our entire lives with you blindfolded, would we?”He chuckles, his voice oddly sexy.
“What do you want?”
“I told you.I want to get to know you.I can help you, too.I’ll teach you to be more disciplined.Wouldn’t that be nice?”
My lips tremble.
“First rule, princess.Always answer me when I ask you a question.Wouldn’t you like me to train you to respect your belongings and your body?I promise you’ll feel so much better every time you come into your room if it’s organized, and if you’ve eaten healthily, you’ll have more energy.”
How the fuck does he know what I’ve eaten?My body shudders.I can’t stop it.I’m confident he knows more about me than I could ever imagine, but how?
“Briana…”
I jolt at the sound of my name coming from his lips.This is the first time he’s used my name.I shouldn’t be surprised.He knows a lot about me.If he’s been in my room, it would be easy for him to figure out my name.
“Let’s start with respect, princess.When I ask you a question, you will respond with ‘yes, Sir’ or ‘no, Sir.’Unless I require a more extensive answer.”
I lick my lips.“Yes, Sir,” I whisper.My entire body shudders as those words leave my lips.My stomach tightens.I don’t understand my reaction.It feels oddly…right that I should call him Sir.What the fuck?
“Good girl.”He gently strokes my cheek.“That felt good, didn’t it, princess?”
Nodding gently, I manage to mutter, “Yes, Sir.”Another strange twinge zings through me.He’s fucking with my head.
“You know I will never hurt you, right, princess?”