Page 102 of Double Daddies (Dirty Daddies Anthologies #8)

Chapter Fourteen

Wren

“Wake up, slut!” Richard’s voice cuts through the darkness, sharp and unforgiving. Pain radiates through my head as his hand whips across my face, leaving a burning sting in its wake. I blink against the harsh light, disoriented and terrified, my heart racing as I try to process my surroundings.

I attempt to move, but the cold metal of the chair bites into my skin, and I realize my wrists and ankles are bound tightly, trapping me in place. The rusty chair creaks ominously beneath me, a reminder of my helplessness.

“Let me go!” I scream, my voice echoing through the dilapidated room, bouncing off the crumbling walls. Panic surges through me when my eyes lock onto the gun in Richard’s hand, its cold metal glinting menacingly under the flickering fluorescent light.

“Why would I do that?” he sneers, taking a step closer, the gun raised and aimed directly at me. His eyes are dark, filled with a twisted sense of pleasure as he revels in my fear. “You’re going to learn your place, and it starts right now.”

I can feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins, heightening my senses.

Every instinct screams at me to fight back, to escape, but the reality of my situation weighs heavily on me.

I take a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart, but the sight of him—so close, so dangerous—makes it nearly impossible.

“Please, Richard,” I plead, my voice trembling despite my efforts to sound strong. “You don’t have to do this. Just let me go. We can talk about this.”

He laughs, a cold, hollow sound that sends chills down my spine. “Talk? Oh, sweetheart, this isn’t about talking. This is about teaching you a lesson.” He steps even closer, the gun still trained on me, and I can see the madness flickering in his eyes.

“Stop!” I shout, desperation creeping into my voice as I struggle against my restraints. “You’re making a mistake!”

His expression darkens, and he leans in, his face inches from mine. “No, darlin’. The mistake was thinking you could hide from me.”

“I-I’m sorry. Please!” I cry out, my voice trembling as the fear grips me like a vice, squeezing the breath from my lungs.

His eyes gleam with a predatory intensity, and I can see the madness lurking just beneath the surface.

“I saw you at the park, you know. I didn’t know you were whoring yourself out to two men nowadays.

” His voice drips with venom, each word a blade cutting deeper into my already frayed nerves.

“I have to admit, it makes me angry when someone touches what’s mine. ”

The weight of his words hangs in the air, thick and suffocating.

My mind races, the panic clawing at my chest as I struggle to comprehend the depths of his obsession.

He steps back, allowing the gun to hover menacingly in his hand, and I can see the twisted pleasure in his eyes as he savors my fear.

“Do you know what happens to things that belong to me?” he continues, the smile on his lips devoid of warmth. “They get punished.”

I swallow hard, my throat dry as I fight to keep my composure. “Richard, please?—”

“Shut up!” he barks, his voice echoing off the cold, concrete walls of the warehouse. The sudden outburst sends a jolt of terror through me, and I shrink back against the chair, the metal digging into my skin.

He steps closer again, the gun now pointed directly at me, and I can feel the cold metal against my thigh, a reminder of the precarious line I’m walking. “You thought you could escape me, didn’t you? That you could play games and walk away unscathed?”

The reality of my situation crashes down around me, and I can feel the walls closing in. I can see the darkness in his eyes, the twisted sense of ownership that fuels his rage, and I know that I’m in grave danger.

“I’m going to make sure you remember this,” he whispers, leaning in once more, his face inches from mine. “And when I’m done, you’ll understand exactly what it means to be mine.”