What was this? Some kind of prison cell? Looking at the oval opening that wasn’t actually an opening – just put there as a design for the inside – it hit me. A dog house. He put me in a fucking dog house.
I didn’t have a lot of room to bang my fist, but I tried. They were still sore from the trunk. I heard his muffled voice threaten, “This is only for the night; keep that up and it will be longer.”
Immediately I stopped. I would go crazy if I had to be locked in this tiny space much longer. For the night would be hard enough.
Havoc
Keeping her in the box that was crafted for Wren was more for my sanity than anything. It was designed to be a learning tool, but clearly had backfired on the intended target.
When she started to fight me, the look of determination mixed with the fear made me want to take her right then and there. She was unique. If she was who I am supposed to mate with, I was breaking all the rules to do it.
Chapter Six
Marseille
The smell of bacon wafting inside the box woke me up. My whole body was sore and cramped. I needed to pee like there was no tomorrow and a good toothbrush wouldn’t have hurt also.
None of this had really sank in for me, the gravity of the situation. Now, as I thought about it, I knew, he was never letting me leave here. I was going to live like a dog in this box until my eternity shattered to an end.
Havoc
Breakfast was ready, I’m sure she could smell it. I couldn’t sleep because all I could think about was her, all night long. She has invaded my psyche. And to be honest, I was lonely. I needed her. If she doesn’t agree to my terms, then I will use her as prey.
One way or another, it will be decided. Today I either fuck her or I hunt her.
Marseille
I was crying when he opened the door and helped me out. Well, pulled me out by my arm, if that was helping.
Not being able to look at his face, I stared at the ground, trying to stay upright because my legs wobbled from being in the scrunched-up position all night.
“Go the bathroom. Take a quick five-minute shower. Then straight back here,” he instructed.
I didn’t acknowledge him. I just walked to the bathroom. My bladder needed relief. I knew I was cutting into my shower time, but I needed to pee.
Quickly I turned the shower on and stepped inside. Doing the best that I could to clean with the bar of soap that was in there, I rinsed off then stepped out to get the towel.
Reluctantly, I walked back in the kitchen, with the towel wrapped around me. I saw his jaw clench when he noticed I left it on. He pointed at the chair across from him.
Sitting down, there was a plate piled with eggs, bacon, fried potatoes and toast. My mouth was watering. I looked at him. He nodded to go ahead. I dug into the plate. I hadn’t realized how hungry I was.
“Coffee?” he asked.
“Yes, please.”
He handed me a cup. I usually take two sugars and a dollop of cream. I wasn’t going to ask, but I noticed he gave me cream mixed in it already. As I took my first sip, I knew he made it exactly how I took my coffee.
My expression must have given it away.
“I take it I made it correct?”
Nodding cautiously, I tried to theorize how he could know. He was outside the bookstore. He had been watching me. How long had he been doing that?
I felt so utterly violated. I needed answers. I took another drink then looked at him pointedly.
“Yes?” He looked amused.
“Clearly, I recognize this is not a for ransom case, although you must know my parent’s bank accounts are astronomical. So, why on earth, would you find it so necessary to stalk the most boring woman on the planet?”
Havoc
Well, that was sixty-million-dollar question – wasn’t it?
“Marseille, I will allow you to have free reign for this one conversation. Then you will only speak when spoken to. Nod your head if you understand.”
She nodded, looking like she needed to put a bullet between my eyes, but she did agree.
“I have a proposal for you.”
“What is it?” She asked.
“As you said, you are as alone as am I. I would like you to stay here with me. I would get you anything you need, books of course, but anything else you desire.”
She looked confused. “Are you asking me to move in with you? After you kidnapped me? You have lost your ever living mind. What is plan B?”
“Then you are my prey and I set you loose in the woods and hunt you.” I shrugged.
“Did you say hunt? Did you just fucking say hunt?” She bellowed. Her utensils falling on the floor.
“If that is the option you choose, yes. Originally, that was your destiny. But now, I want you to be with me and bear my children.” I replied calmly, not commenting on her outburst.
“And you just changed your mind about me because of what? You like the way my ass looked when you made me crawl like a dog and put me in a kennel?” She was so angry her face was scarlet.
Laughter burst from me, which only made her angrier. “I apologize, I actually didn’t notice your ass. I changed my mind because I changed my mind. I don’t have to, and on top of that, I won’t tell you why I make any of my decisions.” Leaning forward I murmured, “so what will it be?”
“Huh, be a live-in chained up human breeding machine or be hunted down like an animal,” she shook her head disgustedly, “great fucking choices.”
“At least I’m
