Page 53 of Savage Captor (Deadly Devotion #1)
Scarlett
I spend the day rearranging the plants, stealing glances at the oleander flowers, and trying to formulate a plan.
I took a course on poisonous plants in my freshman year, one that taught me the common fatal dosages of any household plant—and the antidotes.
For oleander, there’s a very specific pharmaceutical drug that’s usually only kept in hospitals.
But Monster mentioned that there’s a medical wing here, and I remember the doctor telling me that he’s stocked with endless medications, poisons, and antidotes when he was checking my stab wound.
If I can get to the medical wing, maybe I can find what I need.
After all, if this is an organization of assassins, they must keep common antidotes on hand.
While the one used for oleander poison isn’t dreadfully common…
I have to hope they have it, or I’ll be forced to kill Monster.
Otherwise, I might be able to incapacitate him just long enough to get the hell out of here.
Thankfully, he doesn’t call me into his office for lunch, but he does come to me for dinner.
We eat chicken and potatoes sent up by the kitchens in near silence.
Monster’s attention is on his phone, and his brows are furrowed.
There’s something on his mind. He mentioned an upheaval this morning, and previously, he’s made it quite clear that he’s opposed to current leadership…
he’s also said things that make me inclined to believe that he intends to change leadership up.
“You said that the current leader, Boyce, was the one who showed you false evidence of me working with my father,” I say, interrupting the silence.
Monster looks up from his phone. “Correct.”
I let some of the anger I feel at the injustice done to me shine through. “And he’s just going to get away with it? Like you? Like that psychopath, Cain?”
Monster considers me in silence for several moments.
He sets his phone aside and leans back in his seat.
“No, Boyce will not get away with it. He’s not going to be in power for much longer, either.
” Monster glances away from me, thinking hard for a few moments.
“I may as well tell you this now. In two days—the day after tomorrow—I’m going to lock you in here and leave.
You’ll hear shouting, gunfire, and the works.
That’ll be because approximately three-quarters of the Nighthawks are going to turn on the last quarter.
Cain and I will execute Boyce for both his crimes and his shitty leadership and take care of his supporters. ”
I try to force my breathing to remain steady.
I had an inkling Monster was planning something, but in two days , he’s going to stage a coup and kill Boyce.
While I don’t feel sorry to know that Boyce will be dying, I do feel…
something at the prospect of Monster getting killed in the process.
Something unpleasant that I’d rather not dissect.
This building, this whole place will be thrown into chaos.
It’ll be a volatile time… and probably the best chance I’ll have of escape.
I have to use the insanity of the fight as cover to run, which means I need to find an antidote for oleander poisoning— if the doctor has it—tomorrow.
Then, the day that the mutiny happens, I need to find a way to actually poison Monster… that is, if he survives.
There’s a lot I need to figure out. How to drug him. How to not kill him if I can avoid it. Then, how to get down to the garage and hijack a car.
Monster’s watching me carefully right now, so I need to come up with a response. “So, you and Cain will get away with what you did to me,” I manage to say. That sounds like something I’d usually snap at him with.
“The reason we did what we did will be dealt with,” Monster says. “I’ll never hurt you again. Cain won’t get the chance, either. We’re moving on. We’ll build a life together.”
“Trapped here.” I’ve found my fire again. “Where I’m not allowed to leave, where I’m your property—”
“Enough,” Monster cuts off. “There’s no use in getting into it.
You’ll settle.” He stands from the table abruptly and begins collecting dishes, stacking them on the tray he uses to deliver food from wherever he gets it.
He leaves the apartment, and when he returns, he takes a seat on the couch. “Come join me.”
I know refusing will only result in him using force, so I vacate my seat and settle on the opposite end of the couch to him.
“Not there,” Monster says. “In front of me.”
Crap . He probably wants sex again. The thought of how I woke up this morning, the way I begged him to fuck me, makes my cheeks heat with a mixture of arousal and anger. I don’t want to do anything with him again, I don’t want to give away my dignity again, but I don’t have a choice.
I force myself to stand and shuffle in front of Monster. My eyes flick to the oleander flowers on the dining table. Soon , I promise myself. Soon, I’ll get out of here. I’ll figure out a way, or I’ll die trying .
“Spread your legs, shoulder-width apart. Hold your hands behind your back.”
Just endure a little bit longer . Whatever Monster has planned can’t be any worse than what he’s already done to me, so I force myself to comply.
Soon, I’ll be out of here, and this place will be nothing but a dark memory to me.
I follow his instructions, gritting my teeth against the protests I want to hurl at him.
“Good girl. Stay just like that. I’ll be back in a second.”
He stands from the couch and heads into the bedroom, leaving me in this awkward position.
He’s only out of sight for a few moments, and when he returns, he’s holding several things that make my breath catch and tell me I’m in for a long night.
There’s an oddly shaped toy in his hand—a dildo with some sort of attachment—a bottle of lube, a bar with two cuffs on either end of it, and a pair of fur-lined leather cuffs.
He sets the items on the couch before turning to look at me.
“We’re going to have some fun while we watch a movie.
You’ll be on your knees in front of me, sucking my cock, while this vibrator will be inside of you, getting you nice and wet.
Each time you make me come, you get to come.
Show a lack of enthusiasm or work ethic, and you’ll be punished.
If you try to stop me or push me away, your hands go behind your back.
If you try to get your orgasm before I’m ready to give it, your legs go in the spreader bar.
” He grips my chin, angling my head to face him.
“If you try to do something really stupid like bite me, you’ll be punished. Understand?”
I swallow hard. My throat only just stopped being sore from his punishment yesterday morning; I don’t want to experience a repeat.
“Scarlett,” Monster prompts. “Understand?”
Just a little longer . A bit longer, and I’ll be able to get out of here. I’ll do what has to be done to escape—even if the thought of potentially killing him is accompanied by a wave of that unreasonable, terrible guilt. God, why am I so torn up over this?
“I understand,” I say, trying to make my voice strong.
“Lift up your skirt and widen your stance,” Monster says. “Now.”
I follow his instructions, reluctantly hiking my skirt up until it's bunched at my waist. He takes a seat on the couch in front of me and smears some lube over the dildo, then reaches between my legs, cupping my pussy in his palm.
“Not wet yet,” he murmurs. “We’ll work on that. Soon, you’ll be wet for me whenever I’m near. You’ll beg me to play with you.”
Soon, I’m going to escape or die trying .
I still don’t have a map of this place, and I don’t think I’ll get one—but I know all I need to know.
I need to get my hands on the car keys Monster keeps in his bedside drawer, find my way down to the garage, and get in a car and drive out of here.
Ditch the car as soon as possible, and get to the safehouse my brother set up for me.
My plan is rough and not fully formed. There are a million different variables I can’t consider because I lack information, but the plan is the best I’ve got, and it has to work. I can’t stay here forever—not with Monster.
I nearly jump out of my skin when he presses the head of the dildo at my entrance. “Relax,” he commands. “It should go in easy. Take a deep breath for me.”
Left with no alternative, I obey, doing my best to relax my muscles.
The dildo feels strange as it slides into me, but not necessarily bad.
Just new. What’s much stranger and more daunting is the feeling of the attachment I saw on the dildo pressing against my clit.
It’s thin, with a rounded head, and slim, nestling right over the most sensitive part of my anatomy .
“Grab a pillow and kneel on it,” Monster instructs, unbuttoning the zipper of his jeans. He pulls his pants and briefs down just enough to free his cock, then grabs the TV remote and turns on a random movie that I suspect neither of us will pay any attention to.
I try to calm my racing heart as I drop a pillow to the floor and sink down on top of it.
If I do anything to displease Monster, he’ll put me in bondage.
Sucking his cock will already be a challenging enough task on its own; it’ll only get worse if I’m immobile.
Monster picks up his phone and clicks around on it; I startle, jumping when dildo and clit attachment both start vibrating .
It buzzes away inside of me, vibrating against a magical spot against my inner walls and on my clit.
I hunch over with a low moan, gripping my thighs.
Monster takes my chin in his hand. “Begin.”