Falling for the Villain by M. Robinson
CHAPTER SIX
Juliet
Three Days Later
Whatever I thought was a breakthrough with me thanking my captor turned into my worst nightmare. He untied me and left me alone. Naked. For two whole days, I didn’t see him, feel him, hear him. Nothing. It was like he disappeared, leaving me only with my questions and fear. I was starving, living off of water I drank from the faucet in the bathroom. I refused to give him the satisfaction he craved. Until I couldn’t take it anymore. The lack of food and being locked in this room was making me feel as if I was going insane.
I snapped, needing him like he said I would.
Looking straight into the camera in the corner of my room, I yelled, “Please, Master. I’m hungry!”
I hated that I sounded so weak when I wanted to feel strong. I hated that I gave him what he sought; calling this bastard Master was one of the hardest things I’d ever done. Minutes later, the door opened with a tray that looked like it had bread and soup on it. I swear I almost dropped to my knees to thank him.
He grinned. “Was that so hard, pet?”
I resisted the urge to tell him it was. Instead, I shook my head.
“Your food is earned when you have manners.” He walked toward me and sat in the chair beside my bed. Nodding to the floor, he demanded, “Crawl to me.”
I stumbled back from the impact of his order.
“Once you crawl to me, you’ll sit on the floor beside my feet with your hands behind your back, bowing your head in submission. You’ll wait until I feed you from my hand. Understood?”
My stomach grumbled.
“Understood, pet? Or would you like to continue to starve?”
Slowly, I dropped to my knees.
“Good girl.”
Little by little, I crawled my way toward him while tears fell out of my eyes. I did what he wanted, feeling like nothing but a fucking dog, not a dog, a pet.
His pet.
I waited.
His thumb lifted my chin to look into his seedy stare. “So pretty for a pet, now what do you say when I give you a compliment, and I’m going to feed you, Juliet?”
My entire body shook as I whispered, “T-thank you.”
“Good, girl. Very good girl.”
The second I felt his fingers in my mouth, I swallowed the bread without taking a bite first. It hurt all the way down my throat and chest, but at least…
I was fed.