She stepped into the bathroom, and I loved how she tried not to touch the soft pajamas I’d left for her, but she couldn’t help herself. I saw a woman burning with a desire to rip away the fake exterior that she hated and embrace the darker side of her personality. My Sunshine didn’t know it yet, but she’d learn how to hold a blade, crave blood, and kill without remorse. She’d learn to love it or die on my table. Either way was a win.

Like other children, I’d never understood the fascination of having a small pet in a cage. Gerbils, hamsters, bunnies, and fish were all the rage while I was growing up, and I’d see the other children smiling as they stared at their little companions. Was this what they saw? Was this what they felt?

Kirby fought with what was left of the blouse and finally ripped it off, leaving her in just the lacy bra. She had great lines like a statue. She fluffed out her hair, which lay on her shoulders and almost covered the entire front of the bra. All I saw was Lady Godiva. I suddenly had the urge to paint her. Lifting my hand, I made the strokes I wanted to do with the brush and my cock when I was through.

Once she was curled up with her back to the wall and the blanket pulled up tight to her chin, I flicked the television off and continued to plot as I headed to bed.

Chapter 21

KIRBY

As soon as I had no more tears left to cry, I slowly pushed myself off the thick-foam mattress on the floor. Turning, I stared at the rails that were wide as my forearm. They lined the wall and disappeared around the corner. Reaching out, I wrapped my hands around the bar that held me captive. It was higher than my head and cold to the touch, but it felt solid. I couldn’t figure out how he managed to get these in place and not have any support attached to the walls, but at least I could see. To be left like this in complete darkness would’ve taken the terror to another level.

I gave the binding a slight tug, and the thing didn’t move at all, not even a rattle. I’d always thought it would be fun to be tied up, but this was not what I had in mind. In fact, this was the furthest thing from what I’d been thinking. Bracing my foot on the wall, I pulled on the chains again, with more force this time. The thick leather cuffs around my wrists groaned in protest, but the stupid rail didn’t shift. It was completely unmoveable. I stared at the locks on my wrist, and they were unique. I’d never seen anything like them.