Vicious Lies (Lies 1) - Page 71
I won’t chase her if she runs; I won’t have to. She wants to act strong and tough, as if I don’t affect her. Her body tells the real story though—the storm brewing in her eyes, the way she’s biting her plump lip, the way she’s twisting her body away.
Her eyes run down my body, and she notices that my cock is straining in my pants for her.
Before I can say anything, she runs into the closet like that’s going to save her.
I move to close the door.
“You lost a week of time for lying.”
“What about my punishment?”
My jaw ticks. “Goodnight, Liesel.”
Then I close the door, locking her in my dark closet.
I pull out my phone and text Joel.
Liesel is in my closet. Do your worst.
I grab my tennis shoes by my bedroom door and slip them on. I pull my shirt off and head out into the night for a run.
This time, I won’t be here to save her.
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Liesel
Langston won’t forget about my punishment.
The door closes shut with a hard thud, followed by a clink of the lock.
I grip the handle, feeling Langston still standing on the other side of the door. I press my other hand to the door, and I feel his hot desire.
Why didn’t he rape me?
Why didn’t he kiss me? Touch me? Force himself on me?
I know he’ll punish me. He won’t forget.
I made sure the lies I’ve told stung. I may not be able to escape, I may not be able to fight back physically, but I can inflict pain with my words.
I hear footsteps and then nothing.
He’s gone.
It’s still early. Maybe he headed back downstairs for another drink before bed? I wish I had drunk more, then maybe I’d be able to sleep in this dark closet.
He put me in a fucking closet—the bastard.
I feel around the walls, hoping for a big pile of clothes to sleep on. All I feel is drywall.
He removed all the fucking clothes!
My back hits the wall in the farthest corner of the dark closet before I slump down to the floor.
I can’t see an inch in front of me in the darkness.
Langston left me alone in a pitch-black, box of a room. Maybe my punishment is sleeping in the darkness with my nightmares? He doesn’t know that it’s not the darkness or the nightmares that I’m afraid of.
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