Dirty Revenge (Dirty 3)

A month is a long time, but at the same time, not long enough. Especially when I’ve spent most of my month in bed. I’ve never slept so much in all of my life.

When my body hits the bed, I’m out. It doesn’t matter what plans I had before. Once I’m in Caspian’s bed, I’m out.

When I leave, I’m stealing this bed. Caspian doesn’t spend much of his money on anything in his house, but he didn’t scrimp on this bed. It has the thickest mattress, the silkiest sheets, and the fluffiest pillow I’ve ever laid on. It makes it impossible to get out of bed. Even more impossible when my body feels like it’s gotten repeatedly hit by a truck.

Caspian spent most of his time away since he gave me his proclamation weeks ago. Most likely because he has a fancy house elsewhere, he enjoys staying at. But even this tiny cabin is beginning to grow on me. I might even fall in love with the simplicity of it, if it wasn’t just another form of a prison.

The forest surrounds the cabin on one side, with a small vineyard on the other. Nothing to hear but birds chirping for miles when I sit out on the small deck overlooking the forest and vineyard. But I can understand, if he has a larger, more extravagant house, why he spends most of his time there instead of here.

I don’t know what to think about Caspian. We spent a lot of time together the first day when he rescued me, but we haven’t spent any time together since. Michi takes care of my every need. He brings me food. It started out simple, just a broth or soup, but now he feeds me more extravagant meals like pasta and meats, both have put some much-needed fat on my bones.

Michi brings me clothes. The small closet now contains almost half as many clothes for me as it does for Caspian.

And he brings me pain medications when I can’t take the pain in my legs any longer.

Most of the bruising and swelling is gone. If I wear pants and long sleeves, no one would realize what I have been through. And my leg has healed, mostly. I can walk, but I have a limp. Michi brought me a cane, and that makes walking more comfortable. But I don’t want to be using a cane the rest of my life.

It’s only been a few weeks, I tell myself. My leg will continue to heal. Even without a doctor.

My month is almost up, and I have no idea what awaits me when my time is up. More importantly, I don’t know how to escape. I’ve tried not to obsess about escaping as I did with Dante. It made it so much harder when I realized I would never escape on my own.

I haven’t found a phone or a computer. I have no way to contact Matteo or Arlo, but surely they are looking for me by now. They have limitless resources. They will find me. I just need to give them more time. And in the meantime, pretend I’m in a quiet spa. That’s all this is. A peaceful, secluded spa where I heal, uninterrupted.

I hear a door shut, and I quiver. I can never get used to the loud unexpected sounds. Michi is good about trying to be quiet. I don’t know how he lives here by himself in the silence. It’s nice for a while, but I’m not sure I could live here indefinitely.

I hold my breath and pull the covers up tighter against my chest. I’m wearing yoga pants and a tank top, but I need more protection against whatever is lurking in the hallway.

Caspian is here. He’s only come home a handful of times since I’ve been here. And he’s usually pissed. He yells and stomps like he needs a break from the world and uses this place as his escape.

As long as he doesn’t use me as an escape.

He treads heavily through the house, not hiding his anger, while I can barely breathe. All I can do is focus on his footsteps and hope they stay away from this bedroom.

They grow closer, and my heart is in my throat. Caspian may have been nothing but sweet to me when he stole me, but that doesn’t mean he will continue to be kind to me. He belongs in Dante’s fucked up world. I know what that means. I know what he meant when he said he would break me when Dante didn’t.

Caspian is better looking than Dante. Caspian has a charm Dante doesn’t. Caspian has a sadness I can connect with. Caspi

an will still rape me, but when he does, I will make excuses for him. I will want him because sex with him will be better than Dante. I’ll fall for him in the same way Beauty fell in love with the Beast. But unlike the Beast, Caspian won’t turn into a prince.

Caspian’s footsteps get louder, until I know he is pacing outside my door, trying to decide if he will keep his promise to me or not. He’s pissed and probably wants a release. He promised he wouldn’t touch me for another week, but his reserve seems to be slipping. Whatever happened today has pushed him over the edge.

It wouldn’t matter if he broke his promise. I don’t get anything if he breaks. I just lose my ability to trust him. Not that I believe him anyway.

I can’t do anything but wait and grip the sheets to my chest like holding on and sinking heavy into this bed will save me.

I wait for him to burst through the door and beat me.

He doesn’t.

I wait for him to rip off my clothes.

He doesn’t.

I wait for him to thrust his cock into my unwilling cunt.

He doesn’t.

Nothing happens. I don’t know why he made the promise not to touch me for a month. Maybe he was testing his ability to control his urges. Or maybe, he’s breaking down my walls so it will be easier to hurt me when he finally does touch me.