Silent Daughter 3: Owned Read Online Free

interrupt her.
    I hold her tight and make my way to the staircase. She remains quiet for a few moments until she realizes where we are headed.
    “No!” she yells. “Don’t bring me back up there! I thought we could-”
    “Shut up!” I repeat.
    She starts struggling in my arms, trying to free herself from my strong grip, but her efforts are futile. I hurry up the stairs as fast as possible. She doesn’t weigh much in my arms, but she is rather tall, and her long limbs are not easy to handle once she starts fighting and squirming like a rebellious child.
    “No!” she yells again when we reach the third floor and approach the door to her room. Her resistance becomes stronger with every step. “No, Leonard, please! Listen to me!”
    I ignore her pleas and struggling, but when I put her down on her feet, one arm still wrapped around her while I use the other to open the door, she turns within my grip and sinks her teeth into my upper arm. She doesn’t dare to put all of her strength into it at first, but when I continue to ignore her, she bites harder.
    I open the door and drag her into the room while she holds on to my upper arm with her teeth, lashing out and kicking as good as she can while I pull her over to the bed.
    She is going to pay for this.
    The pain in my arm increases, but it is nothing compared to what she will have to endure if she doesn’t stop this.
    “You better let go,” I warn her, remaining as calm as possible while shaking my arm in an attempt to get rid of her. But she stays attached to me like a damn leech.
    “Liz, you’re going to regret this!”
    She kicks me instead of letting go.
    That’s it.
    I reach over with my free hand and close it around her neck. She groans in pain, and her bite weakens immediately. Both of us freeze. I am not choking her yet, my grip around her neck is nothing but a mere threat so far, but she understands.
    “I’m not going to say it again,” I hiss. “Let go. Now. Or you’re going to regret it.”
    She hesitates for a moment and freezes. Her mind is racing, and I can feel the intensity of her bite lower bit by bit. Liz whimpers in defeat when she finally lets go of my arm.
    “Good girl,” I manage to say, even though it doesn’t feel right.
    As soon as she removes her teeth from my upper arm, I grab her by the shoulders and push her down on the bed. I pin her down by placing myself above her, pushing her arms into the sheets with my knees while I reach over for the leash. Her eyes widen in terror when I attach it to her collar, and she starts struggling beneath me.
    “No!” she screams again, now with tears running down her cheeks. “Please, Leonard-”
    “That is not how you are to address me!” I remind her.
    She stares up at me, her arms still pinned down on the bed, her delicate body suffocated by me. She doesn’t move an inch, and I’m pretty sure she couldn’t even if she wanted to. I release some of the pressure on her by lifting myself up and keeping her arms in place with mine instead of pushing them down with my knees. Our eyes remain fixated on each other the whole time; hers still show that intense, blue-green depth I have gotten addicted to. They are hauntingly beautiful, easy to get lost in, especially when they are glistening with tears as they are now.
    She pants heavily, staring at me in silence.
    Then, she starts sobbing.
    “I should have run,” she weeps. “I should have run!”
    Maybe she should have. I still don’t understand how it was possible for her door to be unlocked, but I believe her when she says it was.
    My grip on her arms tightens as I feel the anger rising inside of me. This has never happened to me before. This foolish carelessness. It’s not me. It was bad enough for me to not attach her leash. She made me do that—she begged me to let her roam free inside her room, and what do I do? Not only did I let myself be seduced by her, but I also marched out that door without locking it.
    Only a careless idiot