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I nod rapidly. Is he going to let me go?

My adrenaline is rushing through me, making me wide awake.

“I know who you are, whore,” he continues. “I know your license plate, your name, your birthday, every fucking detail about you. If you don’t do as I say, I will hunt you down. Find a place to live.”

I nod. What a fucking weird command. He’s mad at me for sleeping in my car?

He squeezes my breast hard before yanking my shirt over my chest.

Suddenly, he stands, hauling me to my feet in front of him. He turns me around, pushes my head down, and shoves me back into my car. “Lock your doors, whore. And for the love of all that is holy, get an apartment.”

I’m on my hands and knees on my back seat when the door slams shut.

For long seconds, I don’t move. I can’t. I’m too stunned. It takes me a while to get my bearings before I sit up, tug the mask off my head, and tear the tape away from my lips. My panties are soaked from my pee.

I jerk my gaze to the window and look out into the night as I quickly lock the door. In less than a second, I scramble over to the front and lock those doors as well.

Panting and freaked the fuck out, part of me thinks I dreamed all of that. But when I pull the visor down and see the raised red skin on my face, I know it was real. I certainly didn’t tape over my own mouth.

Something lands on the front hood of my car. It’s just a twig, but before I fully process that, I scream.

Eleven

Daphne

* * *

Someone is shaking me and calling my name. “Daphne, wake up.”

My eyes pop open, and I find myself staring at Silver. He’s sitting on the edge of my bed, and he looks freaked out. His gaze is wide, brows furrowed with genuine concern.

I’m so relieved to find out I’m not in my car being terrorized by a madman that I throw my arms around him and practically crawl onto his lap. He may also be terrorizing me, but he’s not nearly as scary as that man. He hasn’t taped over my mouth, covered my head in a ski mask, or called me a whore. He hasn’t threatened me with a knife.

I’m safe here. I’m no longer in my car. That’s what my attacker wanted, wasn’t it? For me to get off the streets.

I cry hard and cling to Silver.

He rubs my back. “Shhh. It’s okay. You had a nightmare, precious. You’re safe. You’re in your room. No one can get you here.”

I nod against him, but I don’t let go. I must have Stockholm syndrome or something. I’ve only known him a short time, and already I’m clinging to him like he’s my only hope at survival, when the reality is he’s holding me hostage in this weird old house.

I may have food, clothes, and a roof over my head, but is this better than sleeping in my car? Yes. God, yes. Because now I don’t have to worry about that asshole finding me again and scaring the fuck out of me.

After a few minutes, when I’ve calmed down, Silver takes a keyring out of his pocket, selects one, and unlocks the shackle from around my wrist. He rubs my arm, examining it.

I’m still sniffling as I watch him.

He releases my hand and lifts my chin, tipping my head so I’m looking at him. “Never tug on your restraints, precious. When I chain you up, I expect you to be careful. I don’t want to see a red ring on your ankles or wrists. If I find any abrasions, I’ll punish your bottom.”

“Yes, Sir,” I mumble.

He kisses my fingertips, in total contrast to his harsh words. I’ve noticed he likes to mix soft and hard. Sweet and cruel. “I’ve been easy on your ass so far, Daphne. There are many different implements I can use to discipline your naughty bottom in the future. Inside and out. You’ll experience them all over time, but you won’t like most of them. My palm and the paddle are nothing compared to what I can use to punish you.”

I shudder. “Why?” I whisper. “Why do you want to punish me?”

His hand comes to my face to cup my cheek. “Precious girl, you know why. It’s what you need. It’s what we both need. I’ll teach you how to behave. Train you to know what I want from you. At first, you can expect me to punish you often, partly because you’re learning how to be my good girl, partly because I need you to know what will happen when you’re not. In a few weeks, you’ll have more control over your actions. You’ll only disobey me when you crave my punishment.”

I stare at him. He’s definitely certifiable. My lips tremble. Tears slip out. It keeps happening even though I’ve told myself not to cry in front of him. I’m straddling his lap, and his cock is growing stiff against my pussy.