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would act this way. Not me.
    “You little witch,” I hiss at her.
    She looks up at me through teary eyes, only interrupting her sobbing for a moment to see whether I follow up with an explanation for my insult.
    “Don’t play innocent with me!” I add, and the confusion in her gaze increases. My voice is louder than intended, a deep roar like that of a lion.
    She looks up at me like a young child that has just received its first beating by a parent. Scared, confused, betrayed. Quiet. That fucking silent fright. 
    “Stop it!” I yell at her. “Stop fucking looking at me like that!”
    She ducks beneath my words and squints her eyes, setting free a new river of tears.
    I need to get out. It’s impossible for me to think clear when I am with her. Those eyes, that delicious body, her smell…I can’t take it.
    I jump up from the bed causing her to flinch in fear as if I was about to lash out at her. Her lower lip trembles as she stares up at me, scared, confused, and utterly helpless. I cannot stand to look at her right now and free myself from her sight by turning around and stride towards the door.
    Of course, she does it again.
    “No,” she whispers behind me. “No, Leonard. No…”
    Her voice is thin and shaking. I ignore the ice cold blade that cuts through my chest as I perceive her heart-wrenching pleas.
    The door closes behind me before I can hear any more of it. 
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter 4

    LIZ
     
     
    I feel so stupid. How on earth could I think that there was an ounce of righteousness in him? What was I thinking?
    Did I expect him to smile at me, invite me for a coffee in his kitchen, and have a nice little talk about what is going on between us? Was he supposed to tell me that I passed his test and am now free to go if I want to?
    Just a few minutes ago, I wasn’t even sure if that was what I wanted. To leave.
    I didn’t run away because I didn’t want to lose him. Sure, there were all those unpleasant thoughts about me having to explain this weird predicament I found myself in—by my own mistake—but what really held me back was my attraction to him. Despite all that he has done to me, I am still drawn to him more than I have ever been to anyone else. I cannot forget about the way he makes me feel every time he “trains” me.
    Uses me .
    I want to be used by him, pleasured, teased. I close my eyes in shame as I think about it. Even now while I am still shaken from his aggressive behavior, chained back to this damn hook and locked up in the room I wanted to escape from so badly, I cannot help but feel a warm tingling spread through my core when I think about the things we have done together since I came here.
    I am ashamed and aroused at the same time—and so utterly lonely and disappointed.
    If anything, I thought that he would give me credit for not running away as soon as the opportunity revealed itself. He never asked me why I was still here, why I didn’t run when I could have. All he wanted to know is how I got out of my room.
    He seemed genuinely surprised to see me downstairs. Did he simply forget to lock my door? Was that why he was so angry?
    Why does he not talk to me? His neglect of my questions made me furious. The biting was nothing but a desperate attempt to finally get his attention, to make him listen to me, answer me.
    I want to be more to him than his chained up fucktoy. I want him to see me, talk to me.
    I should have run.
    I’m audibly sobbing while I remain lying on the bed, torn apart by mixed feelings that are wrong, so wrong. He may be watching me through the camera; he probably is, and he might love it. To see me in such despair at his mercy, defeated and too dumb to leave when I could have.
    I don’t care. He can see me crying if it pleases him.
    In an odd sense, I feel betrayed by him. I thought we were playing a game. Testing, challenging, exploring the dark corners of our minds and the pleasure we receive while doing so.
    Instead, I got yelled at and put