Page 10 of Wanted

“Turn it off,” I urged him. My fingers were barely holding on to my plate. The fork clattered against the plate.

Fylox didn’t need to be told twice. “Eat.”

“I can’t.” I whimpered, feeling sorry about myself. I was such a fucking embarrassment.

“Eat. Then you go to sleep. You need to rest.” I wasn’t one to obey orders. Whenever Aram demanded things from me, I snapped at him, making it fun for my pitiful self. With Fylox, I couldn’t even make a joke. He didn’t seem very humorous. Something in his voice told me to obey and shut the fuck up without the cursing, of course.

In silence, he studied me as I ate on top of him. I tried not to think of his warm body below me. I was a horny princess on the loose. This wasn’t easy. Every other thought consisted of his dick size and how well it would fit inside of me.

Once I was done, he took the plate off my hands. He removed me from his lap, and he went into the kitchen, leaving me on the sofa. I stared at the screen as my ears were filled with the water running in the kitchen.

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“I can’t sleep.”

“You need to rest. You haven’t slept in two days.”

“Don’t you think I know that? It’s stressing me out. So that makes me twist and turn.”

“Sleep.”

“That won’t work.”

“Sleep or else.”

“Or what? You can leave. I’m not being ordered around by you.”

“This is my room.”

“So what? You have five other bedrooms. Empty, in case you need a reminder.”

“Sleep. You like it when I tell you what to do.”

“Hm.”

“Exactly. Shut your eyes and start counting sheep. Or condoms. Maybe that’ll do it for you.”

“I haven’t fu… Sorry. I haven’t had sex with a condom in ages. I usually go bare.”

“I didn’t need to know that.”

“And I’m clean, too. In Katantia, they check us every other week.”

“Sleep.”

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The first thing my eyes noticed when I finally woke up is the empty side of the bed. Fylox wasn’t there. I doubted he had ever actually slept next to me. He’d put me here, and I had come willingly because I smelled it on him that he wasn’t a predator. I sensed those from a mile away. They reeked like me, filthy and ugly. I smelled like them because, after all these years under Aram, he’d rubbed off on me.

Fylox had a job to do. Protect me. To do that, I had to either be handcuffed and locked in my room or near him.

I yawned, stretching myself in his enormous bed. There were clothes on the edge, picked for me.

After getting ready for my day, I left Fylox’s room and made my way into the kitchen area. It was empty. I went through the cupboards to find some coffee to make. Once I was done, I sat at the dining table. I turned to the side so that I could gaze outside. It was a sunny day outside that made me think of my trees in my garden. They smiled at me when the sun shone, warming me up inside.

Here in Chicago, I couldn’t see any trees for miles. I saw buildings on top of buildings. Glass and metal dominated the scenery. I felt cold just looking at the view.

Briefly, I debated whether I should head for the elevator, but then I remembered the hourly password that I didn’t know. Fylox would immediately be made aware of my escape attempt. I would embarrass myself in front of him even further.