FaCade (Deception #1) (3 page)

SHE WAS STUNNING, EVEN IN a broken down state. Her body was what others could only dream of achieving, toned and curved to perfection. Her religious workout and diet kept her athletic body performance fit.

Her cries echoed throughout the room. She had been hanging there like a prize for over four hours after waking from a drug induced sleep that had kept her sedated for thirty-six hours. I knew she would be starving and desperate to use a bathroom. My little star was used to her luxuries but was also big into charity and had spent time in under-privileged countries; this cell was a five star hotel compared to some of the living quarters she had endured. Not that she could remember that life, and that made her mind mine to mold and play with.

Watching the horror and shock in her cat-like eyes through the mirrored wall keeping me from her but able to see everything made me smile. Malik locked her hands behind her back. Defeat shone clear in her features when Theo told her they weren’t there to serve her. Her memories wouldn’t let her remember that she did, in fact, have people to wait on her hand and foot.

The door clicked open behind me, alerting me to Theo’s presence. I could smell his suffocating aftershave before seeing him. The heavy footfall that followed told me Malik had entered behind him.

“What do you think she will do?” Malik asked, coming to stand next to me as we looked at my prize biting her lip, gazing longingly at the water and food placed a meter away from her.

I took in a lungful of air then exhaled, studying her before replying with the only answer there was. “She will go to her basic instincts… survival.”

Her body shuffled forward, her face pinching with a wince. The cold floor would be uncomfortable and scrape the soft velvet flesh of her ass. A tiny screech rushed from her chest when her body tumbled forward, her shoulder taking the brunt of the impact and saving her exquisite face.

“Is this necessary?”

I glowered at Malik. “Yes! Now shut up and leave. I don’t pay you to have compassion. It’s a weakness that won’t serve you well.”

He looked to the floor, refusing my stern gaze. “I just meant stage two will give you the same results, right?”

His questioning irritated me. He was the hired help, nothing more. If he hadn’t been with me for over a decade and loyal to a fault, I wouldn’t have tolerated his brazen questioning.

“She’s ignoring the food,” Theo said, dragging my temper back into the dark depths where it lived, waiting to get its hands on its true prey.

She had shuffled her body to the water bowl. Her soft red cheek tipped the bowl so some poured into her open mouth but most dampened her face and hair, trickling down to form a puddle beside her face on the floor. She growled in frustration, making my cock harden. I was an asshole for getting off on her in such a distraught state but I didn’t hide my perversions. I liked to see a woman naked and bound, and this one was special, the pleasure greater than any I had experienced before, and this was just the beginning.

I watched her pull herself into a sitting position then get to her feet, her petite body shaking gently. She was impressive. She made her way to the bed and curled up into a ball. I nodded to Theo; within seconds the light went out and night vision cameras displayed her on the twenty monitors set up against the far wall behind me.

“Once she comes around to eating what’s been offered, we’ll move on to phase two.”

Theo smiled up at me, the little bastard. It’s amazing what people will do for money.

I ran my finger over my bottom lip as I watched her sleep. She’d taken advantage of the time we’d left her alone, and she was deep into a few hours’ sleep. I couldn’t move from the window, watching the soft lift and fall of her chest, her firm tits rising and falling provocatively, taunting me.

My dick hardened as I imagined my teeth biting down on her large dusky pink nipples, making her cry out as she fisted my hair in her fingers and demanded more from me. Because she would, I knew she would demand it before this chapter came to an end.

She stirred, turning onto her back. Her tits stood firm, showing off another of her perfect features as her hands remained clasped behind her back. I groaned and yanked out my cock, giving in to its command. Shivering with the first stroke, I squeezed my fist tight as I slid my grip over the swollen head.

Star frowned, her nightmares twisting her striking features into contorted fear. My sick mind saw only pleasure on her face, how she would look and cry out as I rammed into her tight, wet little cunt. My breathing sped up as I imagined her pinned between me and the wall, my cock slamming in and out of her as she screamed in both pain and pleasure. Her legs would wrap around my waist as she took more and more, until the pain turned into a frenzied want for climax. She would tear at my hair, bite my neck and scratch at my skin with her nails as I rammed into her one last time in a deep, hard final thrust.

Cum shot from my dick and I struggled to contain it in my hand quick enough. I groaned loudly as the echo of Star’s scream filled my ears, her pleasure loud and ferocious.

I yanked a tissue from the box on my desk and cleaned myself up before screwing it up and tossing it into the waste basket.

I sighed and looked at my petite little captive. She needed to eat. I needed her to eat. She would need all the strength she could get. A grin grew on my face when I pictured what was to come. The pretty little princess with the fake smile wouldn’t know what had hit her when it all started. But she’d asked for this. For a long time now, and I wasn’t usually one for patience.

I STARED AT THE SCUFF mark on the wall. I couldn’t divert my gaze from it without pain taking my breath from my lungs. It seemed to aid me as it kept my concentration on something even through the dim light in the room, my mind deciphering images and creating tiny pictures from each grey mark.

Exhaustion had overtaken me hours ago and I’d slept, only to wake once again to the nightmare that had found me. I didn’t have the energy to climb from the bed and attempt to eat or drink what they left me hours ago. For one my teeth were too sensitive, every nerve in my retracted gums screeching in agony as the cold air in the room tingled. And for two, food was the last thing on my mind. I didn’t attempt the water, although I was so thirsty. I couldn’t be bothered. I wanted to die, and I hoped that dehydration took me before the bastards who held me there did. Dramatic? Maybe, but my body lacked the basics to even function and the fear of what awaited me when the men returned morphed my thoughts into horror-filled scenarios, none ending well for me.

A click that sounded louder than it actually was alerted me to company before the eruption of light did. I didn’t move. Although I had essentially given up, fear and dread still held my lungs tight as my muscles twitched in readiness.

I could smell a slight masculine aroma, not too strong but faintly heady and citrusy. I was mesmerized by how receptive my hearing was when each tiny breath of my companion filtered into my head, each inhalation sounding thunderous in the still silence of the room.

I frowned to myself when after a while, although the faint breathing still told me of his presence, nothing else did. He hadn’t spoken, moved an inch or made any other sound.

Curiosity won over and I turned slowly. If I’d had the energy to widen my eyes then I would have. Something flashed in my mind but as quickly as it came, it disappeared. He was tall, his firm body covered in muscles that caused me to stare. His thick, dark hair was cut short but not harsh, a slight length to the top. But it was his eyes that caused my breath to exit in short little spurts. They were so familiar yet so foreign. A shiver glided up my spine, tricking my brain into a false sense of home. I blinked at him when an intense coldness reflected back from them.

“Hello, Star.”

Star?
I didn’t reply. He continued to stare at me from his position across the room. He leaned back against the wall, his thick arms crossed over his chest, watching me with a slight tilt to his head.

“Is…” The words stuck in my dry throat when he quirked a brow at me. Fear trickled through my veins and my chest heaved as the use of my voice box triggered a tickle in my scratchy throat, causing me to cough and splutter. He didn’t assist me, just watched as I coughed and hacked at the dryness.

“Maybe if you stopped being so stubborn and had a drink, then you wouldn’t have that problem.”

I frowned at him. He huffed and rolled his eyes as he pushed away from the wall. His slow walk across the room towards me saw me inching across the bed until the wall stopped me from moving any further. He leaned over me, grabbing hold of my wrists.

“Don’t hurt me,” I whimpered, although the pain from my raw wrists under his heated palms and the bite of the cuffs already hurt so much. I wanted to scream for him to release me and dip them in ice to cool the sting throbbing beneath the torn skin, matching the thud from my heart rampantly beating in my chest.

He shook his head and fiddled with my cuffs until they snapped open. He rubbed at my skin furiously as I sank further back from him, my eyes wide and frightened as I froze in fear.

He eventually moved back and held out a bottle of water. “Drink.”

I blinked. I hadn’t seen it in his hand before but then I realized it had probably been tucked under his arm. I lowered my gaze to the bottle and eyed it warily.

“It’s only water.”

Knowing but not caring that it was probably laced with poison, I snatched it from his hand and unscrewed the cap before taking long, greedy pulls of water.

“Sip it.”

I lifted my eyes to him, still guzzling at the bottle ravenously. The cool water felt like honey coating my throat, appearing to have healing properties as it soothed the abrasion lining my esophagus and quenched the unbelievable dryness in my mouth; however when it reached my stomach it was made of liquid fire. Cramp and spasms immediately caused me to double over and clench at the pain searing through me.

The man sighed and shook his head. “Always were the defiant one.”

I looked up at him when my belly eased its rebellion. “You… Do I know you?” My own voice sounded foreign to my ears but I swallowed back the loneliness it created inside.

He smirked but didn’t answer. Watching him carefully, he winked then turned around. “Eat,” he ordered before opening the door and slipping through, quietly pulling it closed behind him, the tell-tale click of the lock once more notifying me of my solitude.

What the hell had just happened? I was suddenly so angry. How dare they treat me like this? I didn’t deserve this. Although I had no idea what I deserved or not, I knew in my soul that I wasn’t a bad person. I couldn’t actually remember being nice, or if I had been happy but I distinguished the goodness inside me. I knew wrong from right, even though I didn’t have a clue what kind of personality I had.

The emptiness inside my head brought the furious release of tears until I sat hugging my knees on the bed, sobbing uncontrollably. I didn’t know what to do. I had no idea of what would happen to me, never mind what… what anything. Damn it! It was all a jumbled heap of nothing in my head, a deep chasm filled with swirls that wanted me to grab onto them but I couldn’t reach. Each memory was a spitting flash inside my mind that fizzled out when I thought I had grasped it.