Boogeyman's Dream (Devils Rejects MC 2)
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She scowls at me and I go out the door, not bothering to lock it. I can guarantee she will make a run for it if she can get out of the rope and zip ties.
I’ll be waiting.
Chapter Five
—Shelly—
Letting out a shaky breath, I come back down to reality. That man does crazy things to me, but I have a plan. If I can get him to fall for me…maybe, just maybe, I can survive this and gain my freedom.
I have no idea if he was telling the truth or not, but I’m tired and most of all I need food. I’m not stupid. The minute I break free and make for the door that smug bastard will be waiting for me. Any smart person would attempt to escape but Boogeyman is far from average. He knows I’m attracted to him, but I can’t allow that to get in the way. I have to use it to my advantage. It will make my wanting him all the more believable.
A squeaking sound comes out of the kitchen and I can hear the damn rodent navigating through the garbage. I fucking hate mice. I know if we are as in a remote area as he said, then it is probably a field mouse but it’s still nasty.
How can anyone live in such filth?
I shudder as I think about what has been on this couch he has me sitting on. Eventually sleep wins and I doze off only to be awakened sometime later by my captor’s return.
His hands are around my throat, but he isn’t choking me. He’s fitting me with something. A collar. A fucking dog collar.
“What are you doing?”
“Making sure you don’t escape. Figured you might want to use the bathroom or something.”
The collar is uncomfortable but not too tight that I feel like I can’t breathe.
“I’m not an animal!” I snap.
He shrugs with a lazy grin. “That remains to be seen. Haven’t gotten you naked yet.” He shoots me a wink and pulls my bound wrists up, cutting the rope. He’s already freed my ankles while I was asleep.
“You’re crazy.” I rub my sore wrists, grimacing at the raw pink skin.
“Buddy of mine amped up the voltage. I wouldn’t try to go past the front door if I were you. Got you some supplies. Breakfast too.” He hands me a white bag from the coffee table.
“Supplies?”
“Yeah. Cleaning shit. You said you didn’t want to fuck in a nasty trailer. Figured you needed something to do.”
“You want me to clean up your dump?”
“Doesn’t matter to me, princess. You can do it or not. I can fuck you or not. Got plenty of women desperate to take my cock.”
“I’m sure you do.” I sneer, peering into the bag as my stomach rumbles.
“You like orange juice or coffee? I got you both.”
“You’re a fucking contradiction.”
“Watch your fucking mouth?”
“Excuse me?”
“That colorful language doesn’t suit you, Shelly.”
“Why do you care? And you’re one to talk.”
“I don’t care.”
“See. Fucking contradiction.”