Page 104 of Sadistic Retribution

I need my Bambi, and I need her now. Rules be damned. I need to hold her, kiss her sweet face. She can yell at me all she wants, but I’ll never give up on winning her back. I'll make pancakes every fucking day until she gives me a genuine smile again.

She's in Hunter’s room, taking a rest. He's in the kitchen with Purge, working on getting us out. Synn is out. Ghost and Razor are taking naps. This is the perfect opportunity.

I walk on silent feet to the room she’s in, quietly turning the door handle. She’s fast asleep, lying on her left side. She looks sopeaceful and innocent like this. So beautiful she takes my breath away.

I make quick work of shedding my shirt, leaving my jeans on— don’t want to push her too hard. I climb in next to her, turning on my side to look at her. I reach out and push a stray lock of hair out of her face.

She wakes with a start;, jumping a bit when she sees me.

“Hi, Bambi,” I lean in closer to her.

“Dammit, Trikk! Boundaries... do you guys understand that concept?”

I grin shamelessly. “But I miss you, beautiful. You already know how sorry I am. Can you give me another chance? Please?”

She sighs, pursing her lips. “I can’t forgive you yet. I’m so tired of saying that on repeat. But… I want to try. Once we’re out of here, maybe… when I can clear my damn head.”

I smile, her face drawing me in. I can’t stop myself from stealing a kiss. My lips meet hers, and she stills at first. Then, she kisses me back. Very softly, I use my tongue to part her lips. Once our tongues meet, it pulls a groan from her. I mentally do a fist pump.

The door of the room bursts open, Synn stomping through it.

“Nope,” is all he says, before hauling me up by the scruff of my neck like I’m a damn dog. He marches me to the door, shoving me through. I hear the turn of the lock. Motherfucker. Cock-blocker extraordinaire!

Phoenyxx

The nerve of these guys! I swear I'm going to get grey hair.

Before I can utter a protest, Synn is on me. He wraps his body around mine like a snake, hand coming up to tangle in my hair.

He leans in to kiss me, and I jerk my head back. “The fuck?”

He just snorts. “Pazessca, I fucking need you. Don't make me beg. Don't you feel closer to me now that you know I'm Hoodie Boy?”

“You don’t get to use that, Synn. This is the last time I’m going to say this. I don’t forgive you. I can't even think about it while we’re still in here.”

“I know, Baby Girl. Can you please let me kiss you?”

The last of my reserve crumbles. I let him lean in and capture my lips with his. And Holy shit! The sparks are everywhere. I linger in the moment, basking in the feel-goods coursing through me.

Then, I gently push him back, separating myself. “Okay, enough, please. I need time, okay?”

Synn looks me straight in the eye. “I will give you all the time you need. I love you, Pazessca. You are mine. If I have to wait forever, I will. You're it for me.”

I swallow hard, my heart fluttering. “I love you too, Synn. Now can I please have some space?”

He smiles, getting up from the bed. He bows to me as he gets ready to leave.

I burst out laughing at the absurdity. “Wait... you up for a serious conversation before you go?”

He sighs in relief. “Yes, I was looking to do exactly that but got distracted.” He sits down by me on the bed, waiting for me to speak.

“Your father...” I start, shaking my head to clear the emotion clogging my throat. “He took me before… maybe at age six? I don’t know for sure, but I remember being there over a year, at least. He called me Bella and treated me like some kind of doll. He was... enamored with me.” I shudder.

“He made me live in that cage in the basement most of the time. It got to the point I didn’t want to be taken upstairs, because I knew it meant more depravity. He made me touchhim, and he touched me. Then soon… it was a fucking group of men and women. He was always adamant about one thing, though: keeping my ‘virtue’ intact, as he put it.”

Synn’s face morphs, disgust and horror twisting his features. “My father always used that phrase when I heard him talking about the girls he was trafficking. I will never forget what I witnessed the night I got you out. I had to... watch for a while to get the timing right.” A sob escapes his chest, and my heart stutters.

“Synn, I don’t blame you for any of that. Just let that guilt go… It will eat you alive.”