Page 62 of Captive Audience

But he didn’t have to do nice things for me. He hadn’t needed to build the studio, learn my coffee order, or buy my favorite food. He could treat me like shit, even throw me in a dungeon, and I’d still have to do everything he asked.

Maybe Finn was right. Maybe Rook was trying to make things up to me in the only way he knew how.

Maybe he had a conscience after all.

Wow. That Stockholm syndrome kicked inrealfast.

I wasn’t falling for that shit. Time to set some clear boundaries for my captor.

Don’t order me lunch.

Bubbles appeared immediately.

Husband

Most people would just say thank you.

Most people aren’t being held hostage and forced to work by a psychotic underworld crime lord.

You’re not being held hostage.

Interesting how he didn’t deny thepsychotic underworld crime lordpart.

Yeah right. FYI, it’s a little creepy how accurate my lunch order is.

Right down to my usual request for a side of chili sauce for my egg rolls.

Husband

Am I creepy or just doing what I can to keep my wife satisfied?

We both know which one it is.

If you say so.

Is there anything else I can do to help with your task?

Yeah. You can stop giving me whiplash.

No.

Actually, I have a question. Why are you being nice?

Husband

Would you prefer for me to be mean?

Of course not.

Although it would make it easier to stay mad at him.

Husband

I can be very agreeable when people are doing what I need.

And I can be very vengeful when people are ruining my life.

Ruining your life? That’s a wee bit dramatic, isn’t it?