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Markus

Fallon has been acting off all day, and I can almost guarantee she is up to something. I caught her glancing at the office door like it holds the holy grail inside. She doesn’t think I saw her, but I did. I caught the slight flicker of interest in her eyes.

I knew she was going to try. I knew it the moment I let her crawl into bed without tying her up. And still, as I feel her inching away from me slowly and slipping out of the bed, disappointment settles deep into my bones.

I wish she wouldn’t do this. I wish she would have just stayed in bed with me. Obviously, she needs a reminder of where we stand; she needs to see what happens when you betray me. I’ve made myself clear in every instance.

My disappointment bleeds into anger with every second that ticks by. I stare at the mattress, at the spot beside me that she should be sleeping in. I’m pissed that I was starting to trust her. Then the moment I give her a slice of freedom, she does this.

I climb out of bed slowly and walk to the door. Pushing the bedroom door open, I walk out into the hall. On nimble feet or as nimble as a six-foot-two, two-hundred-fifty-pound man can be, I approach the office door. It’s closed just as I left it, giving away no signs of change, but I know better. I know she is in there.

Preparing to burst through the door, I grab the handle and turn it, only to realize it’s locked. My anger intensifies by a million.

“Open the fucking door, Fallon!” I growl, beating my fist against the wood.

The door rattles against my closed fist, and my patience is withering away with every second that passes. She betrayed me, took my trust, and threw it back in my face. Taking a step back, I look at the door, which still isn’t unlocked.

“Fallon. Open the door, or I’ll open it myself,” I warn.

“Just… I’m sorry…” I hear her say, but they’re not the words I want to hear, and the damn door is still locked. Anger surges through my veins, and I see red.

Lifting my foot, I kick the door in. The wood splinters, and the lock snaps, sending the door into the room and against the wall.

Chest heaving, I stalk forward. What I see pushes me over the edge. I knew she came in here for something, but part of me didn’t think she would have the balls to do anything. But somehow, here she is with the phone in her hand.

Her skin pales, and terror erupts in her eyes.

She looks afraid, and she should be. The things I want to do to her right now. They would make her run away screaming.

“You really shouldn’t have done that.” I’m close to losing it, and I’m not sure what would happen if I did. I need to put her in the basement to get her out of my sight.

“I’m sorry…” her plump lips tremble, “I was calling my parents. I wanted to tell them I was okay…” She is lying, I can tell right away. I’ve done enough interrogations to tell the difference, and Fallon is a shitty liar.

I clench and unclench my hands a few times, feeling the need to release the aggression out on something, anything. One hit is all it would take for me to hurt Fallon. I could bring her unimaginable pain, force her to tell me who she was really going to call, but physically inflicting pain on her isn’t something I can bear, and that only makes me angrier.

“Do not lie to me. I’m not stupid. This was a test, and you fucking failed it.” Stalking forward, I grab the phone out of her hand and toss it down on the desk. I’m not sure if she succeeded in making the call, but it doesn’t matter.

She won’t get another chance to escape me.

“I just wanted to call my parents,” she repeats once more.

Tears shimmer in her blue eyes, but she doesn’t realize that her tears only enrage me more. I want them gone, to squish them beneath my thumbs. Paying her pity act no attention, I grab her by the arm and tug her forward. Her legs wobble, and she nearly trips over her own feet.

“You can’t possibly expect me to believe that you were calling your parents. I’m not stupid, Fallon.” I pull her forward, crushing my chest against hers. I should fuck her right now, right here against the wall, fuck her until she begs me to stop until she can no longer stand, and I have to hold her body up for her. Until my cum is leaking out of her and down onto the floor.

I should punish her with my cock, but I can’t trust myself not to take it further, so instead, I’ll punish her by leaving her alone in the cold basement. She’ll have all the time in the world to think about what she did, and I’ll have time to calm the fuck down.NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

“I told you not to try to leave. I told you, you are mine and will remain here until I say so. I warned you, Fallon. I warned you!”

Tightening my grip, I drag her behind me and head for the basement.

“Please, Markus… I’m sorry. You have to believe me. I wasn’t trying to leave. I wasn’t…” Stopping dead in my tracks, I release my hand on her wrist and grab her by the hair. My fingers thread into her soft locks, and she lets a soft whimper slip past her lips when I crane her head back and force her gaze to mine.

“I don’t want to hear your excuses,” I snarl. “You betrayed me. I don’t care what you planned to do. You shouldn’t have been doing it, to begin with. Now, shut your fucking mouth before I find a better job for it besides talking.”

Her eyes are filled with fear and disappointment. I’m just not sure if it’s herself or me she is disappointed in.

I release her hair, grab hold of her arm once more, and continue our walk down to the basement. The basement temperature is about ten degrees lower than upstairs and will make for a very uncomfortable situation.

She’ll remain alive, but she’ll be exhausted and cold by the time her punishment is done.

Opening the cell door, I shove her inside and release her arm. She stumbles backward on unsteady feet, catching herself before she can fall. I grit my teeth and clench my fist, digging my nails into my palm to stop myself from reaching out to steady her.

I shouldn’t want to help her.

Shouldn’t want to protect her. She broke my trust; she did this to herself, yet I still want to help her. No. I won’t be made a fool of.

“Welcome to your new home,” I sneer.

“Please, Markus.” She peers up at me, her eyelashes fan against her cheeks, and I can barely make out her features in the darkness.

However, what I can see makes me sick to my stomach. I swallow down the protectiveness that starts to build up at the fear and anxiety overtaking her features. I’m showing her exactly who I’ve been all along. The only difference is she’s seeing me for that person for the first time tonight.