Chained - Zara Novak Page 0,45

a man that had been wrongly imprisoned for many years and worked hard to escape and set about getting revenge. He found secret gold after following instructions from a prisoner he had befriended and used his wealth to become a Count.

It was a great story about revenge and loss.

Who was I here, in comparison? A woman in chains, with no hope of getting out or escaping, if I even wanted to. Rachel still wanted freedom. Slave, what did she want? To die in the arms of her tormentor?

Vincent didn’t always visit me at the same time, which kept me on my toes in a way. Over those three days he visited me four times, and it felt like eons passed between each visit. You would have thought by now that I hated him with every last mote of my soul, but I actually found myself nervous whenever he stepped inside.

He was like a drug in a way. Destructive. Crippling. Abusive.

Using was so good though. I couldn’t keep away.

Was I addicted?

Most of the visits didn’t involve many words. I understood my place in his world now. In here I wasn’t the woman of words or a queen at his side, I was a thing for him to fuck and torment.

And yes, I kind of liked it.

I suppose the arrangement wasn’t perfectly normal. I was still a prisoner here, but in a way, I felt like Vincent was trying to show me love, in his strange and unusual way. He never beat me, he never belittled me. He never hurt me in any way that caused me serious harm. His hand on my rear was another sexual game, and the belt was just an extension of that.

He would come in, rip his clothes off and have me stand to attention. I would savor the touch of his lips, or the way his hands explored my body. I got a lot better at taking his dick all the way and holding firm until he exploded.

I was definitely getting addicted to sucking that dick, and I was starting to love it when he fucked my ass.

Yes, that small rebellious part of me had definitely become a bigger part, and the complacency of my slave side grew stronger every day, squeezing out the voice of that girl I had once been. He was even rewarding me handsomely too. For each day in my chained captivity I had been given 27 points, a tongue-in-cheek reference to how many strikes I had taken from his belt.

It was enough to clean out the next few pages from the catalog. I got an actual bed, a rug for the floor, a table with flowers, a wardrobe and some underwear. I still had barely made my way through the ‘rewards’ book, but I was definitely making progress.

It was on the evening of the third day though that something changed. Vincent was late, much later than usual, and a feeling in my stomach told me that something was wrong. It was only when I noticed the faint crack of light around the windows that I decided to act.

He hadn’t come to me. Why?

I used the tablet to summon a servant. I pressed the button for ‘bathroom break’ and a minute later Tasha came through the door. She came over to remove the chain from my neck.

“Vincent,” I asked. ‘Where is he?” She looked at me and I got the impression she was hoping I wouldn’t ask that question. Tasha released the chain from my collar. I stood up. “Tasha?”

“Look,” she said, looking over her shoulder and back to the door. “He left last night on business, but he is not back yet. That’s all I know. Let’s go.”

She started for the door, but I pulled her arm back. “I don’t need the bathroom. I need answers. I’ve got a feeling in my stomach that something is wrong. Where is he?”

“I don’t know,” she said quickly. “But you’re right. It’s unusual for him to be out this late. He’s usually back before daybreak.”

“Do you think he could be hurt?” I asked.

“I don’t know. Maybe?”

“Take me to one of his men. I need answers.”

“Rachel, I—”

“That is an order, not a request, Tasha. I might look like some lowly slave, but I am his wife, so that makes me the lady of this castle, does it not?” I spoke with the stern affection of authority, though even I wasn’t sure I believed it.

“I suppose you’re right,” Tasha said. “I only know Wardorf. He might