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Once I had finished, I repeated the process of cleaning everything up. Jared then signaled for me to follow him. We ascended the stairs and returned to the room. I turned to see him standing by the door. While an aura of power still surrounded him, he appeared uncertain. Did he not know how to handle me when I was obedient? Did I genuinely bewilder him this much? A sense of satisfaction welled up inside me, but I repressed the smile that threatened to break free.
“What now, Master?” I asked.
“You are aware that a good slave does not lie to her master,” he explained.
“I’m aware.”
“Then tell me the truth. What do you hope to achieve with this little performance?” he asked, gesturing toward me and circling his finger to indicate all of me.
“Nothing, truly. I am simply being the perfect slave. A doll for you to manipulate as you see fit.” Yet even as I affirmed that I was at his disposal, neither of us overlooked the mocking tone in my voice. We both recognized how much I detested this role.
“Really?” he asked, clearly skeptical.
“Yes, I am being completely truthful.”
“Hmm...” His gaze roved over my body as though he were searching for clues to why I had changed. Ultimately, he simply nodded, accepting my response, which was rather surprising. “Okay.”
“Okay,” I echoed, thinking that we had come to an agreement. “So, what should I do now?”
“Clean my wound.”
“Didn’t I already clean it?”
“The one on my back,” he clarified, then grabbed the hem of his t-shirt. It was evident that removing his clothes was still a challenge for him. “Shit...”
I approached him, and he allowed me to remove his t-shirt before walking over to the couch and sitting down. I retrieved the first aid kit and found the disinfectant. I moved behind the couch and reached out to remove the bandage. I set the used one aside, then began cleaning his wound. My work wasn’t particularly well done, and he would likely have a significant scar, but it could just be another addition to his ever-growing collection of scars. Jared winced slightly as the disinfectant came into contact with the wound, but aside from some redness and swelling, it didn’t appear to be a major concern. We would need to keep an eye on it. I placed the disinfectant on the couch and retrieved a new bandage to cover his wound.
“There,” I told him, feeling a sense of satisfaction as I saw him all patched up. Jared glanced over his shoulder, and I looked at him with an expectant expression. “What’s next?”
A dark smile spread across his lips, the kind that only appeared when he had something sinister in mind. He retrieved his t-shirt, finding it easier to put on himself, then turned to me.
“Sit,” he instructed as he got off the couch.
I walked around the couch and took a seat, the sensation of the plug inside me making me squirm slightly before I settled and focused on him.
I rolled my eyes but refrained from commenting on his impolite gesture. Then Jared turned and exited the room. What... the... hell?
Chapter 11
-Jared-
Very well, Alison had chosen to persist with her infuriating game. I had warned her of consequences if she didn’t cease her game when I ordered, and now she would experience those consequences. However, I intended to keep her in suspense for a while, driving her crazy with uncertainty about when and how I would strike.
So, I found myself in one of the living rooms, which Vince had turned into his private bar. A pool table occupied the center of the room, and a faint smile crept onto my lips as I strolled past it. Vince had taught me how to play pool, a man who had provided me with a home despite my unusual upbringing. I preferred his teaching methods over my father’s, which had been painful and traumatizing.
Seating myself at the bar, I grabbed a bottle of scotch and a glass, pouring myself a measure. I sat there, savoring the quietude and taking a moment to truly appreciate it. I was home... Regardless of where I went or the paths my plans led me on, I always ended up back here. I found my way home. Perhaps, after this month, I’d return here for good, never to leave again. I had thought that setting out on my own would take me farther and farther from Vince until we barely saw each other. Yet, it was undeniable that we always returned to what we knew. It didn’t matter how far I ran. My road always led me back here.
However, as I contemplated this, the dream involving Alison filled my thoughts once more. Vince had appeared in it only once, urging me to come home, yet in the dream, it hadn’t felt like I wanted to. Something else had been beckoning me forward.
I leaned forward slightly, rubbing my eyes. Maybe I was on the brink of insanity. So much had transpired in such a short span, and Vince had yet to reveal everything. But it wasn’t just him acting strangely. Alison was too. I had instructed her to be completely obedient, but there was a difference between her current behavior and the behavior I desired. It was simple to play a role, but truly becoming that role would blur the lines between reality and fantasy. I wanted those lines blurred. I wanted Alison so unsure of which role to adopt that the only stability she could find was tied to me. Yet she was toying with my mind. Despite the contract she had signed, she kept doing it. However, she had no inkling of what lay ahead.
After most of the morning and part of the afternoon had passed, during which I had wandered the premises, gotten some fresh air, and eaten lunch, I initiated my plan. I encountered one of the guards patrolling the area and engaged in a hushed conversation, explaining precisely what I wanted him to do. Like a dutiful soldier, he nodded in compliance. After all, refusing Vince’s favorite wasn’t a wise choice. I asked the guard to follow and ascended the stairs to my room. When I opened the door, Alison was right where I had instructed her to be. She was slouched somewhat on the couch but remained seated. As I entered, she straightened up, prepared to heed my next command. However, when a second man accompanied me into the room, I noticed her face blanch. Perfect, perhaps she would learn this time, I mused, gesturing for her to stand.
“Up,” I directed.
She complied.
“Off with your dress,” I commanded.
