Page 85 of Payback
“So, what comes next?”
“Nothing,” he informed me.
“Nothing?”
“Get up.”
As requested, I stood up without complaint, and he gestured for me to follow him. Confusion enveloped me as we embarked on a path toward the blue room. I pondered whether he was truly in the mood for sex at this moment. Although it wasn’t clear to me, perhaps delving into his past schemes had aroused him. He signaled for me to accompany him into the room, which I did, though he didn’t instruct me to lie down. He started to move around, eventually discovering what appeared to be a chain with a small lock at its end. Proceeding to a modest hook on the wall situated closer to the ground, he secured the chain.
“Here,” he instructed, pointing at the floor.
“What for?”
“Come here.”
I followed his directive, and when I drew near, he exerted pressure on my shoulder. I understood the command and dropped to my knees. I anticipated that he would soon unfasten his pants and make me suck him off, yet instead, he leaned over me, brushing aside my hair. A clicking sound reached my ears, and I felt something being attached to my collar. I reached back to examine the situation. Jared stepped back, and I realized that he had locked a chain to my collar, effectively securing me to the wall like an actual dog.
“You can’t be serious,” I gazed up at him in disbelief.
“Preferable to the cage, wouldn’t you agree?” he asked, his eyes exuding a dark satisfaction at witnessing me shackled to the wall by my collar.
“Release me!”
“I doubt a slave can issue commands.”
“Jared...”
“Ah!” he cautioned, raising his hand, a reminder that I shouldn’t address him in that manner.
“Master, you can’t do this. This is—”
“Degrading?” he interjected, causing me to fix a glare upon him.
“Indeed.”
“You deserve it,” he retorted.
“Perhaps in your perspective.”
“In anyone’s perspective, given the true horrors you subjected me to.”
“The true horrors?” I questioned.
“What occurred on that day, Alison, when you brought me into the football team’s changing room?”
“What are you referring to?” I asked. “Nothing happened. It was all in good spirits.”
“Of course, all in good spirits,” he mocked.
“You lied about what took place that day! No one assaulted you! You were roughed up, but that was the extent of it!”
“Was it?”
Chapter 43
-Jared-
“Who’s hungry?” I gazed up at Alison, who had positioned herself on one of the benches in the midst of the room that was filled with half-naked football players. They shifted their attention toward her, likely assuming she was referring to herself. However, she quickly signaled to her underlings to spring into action, and in an instant, my t-shirt was torn in half. Baffled, I looked around, struggling to make sense of the situation. My mind grappled with the circumstances, yet comprehension eluded me. It wasn’t until I was roughly pushed toward Alison, who seized hold of me, that the reality sunk in. Positioned behind me on the bench, she yanked my hair, forcing my head to tilt backward, a grin spreading across her face as she regarded the assembled football players.
