"That's it, kitten", Alic murmurs and lets his breath glide over my neck. A shiver goes through my body. "Are you aware, you have a sub hidden inside you?"
"Wh-What?" I squeal in disbelief.
"That's why you react to me this way. You are submissive. My dominance speaks to your submissive side, and you feel relief in submission."
"No!" I disagree vehemently.
"Yes. It's true, pet. You are the perfect sub. You'll figure it out."
"Christ, you're sick!"
"If by sick you mean I'm a sociopath, then yes. I'm not sure, I fit the criteria for a psychopath, though. I'd say it's borderline. But sociopathic? Yes, definitely."
"Why are you doing this?"
"Why do I do what?"
"Killing women. Do you hate women? Does it have something to do with your mother...?"
"It has nothing to do with my mother!" He interrupts me harshly. "And no, I don't hate women," He adds more gently.
"Then why do you do it?"
He shrugs his shoulders.
"Back to our actual conversation. We've somehow gotten sidetracked. You can't escape me, because I have had several trackers planted under your skin, which I can track via app on my mobile phone. You see, it..."
"Several?" I interrupt, my anger rising.
"Yes. Several. So even if you try to remove them, I doubt you'll find them all."
"How many?" I ask, trembling with indignation.
"I won't tell you that. That way you can never be sure that you have found them all. But – enough. Trying to escape from me is a foolish and futile idea. So you'd better forget it and accept your fate."
"Submit to my fate? You mean, the destiny where you kill me?"
His thumb gently brushes the corner of my mouth as he approaches me. Again his gaze is almost tender.
"I'm far from done with you, kitten. I will keep you longer than the other women. So you can relax, because you won't die so quickly."
"Am I supposed to be grateful for that now, too?" I get worked up. "That I got a fucking reprieve? Or should I feel special because I'm DIFFERENT from the other women you've killed?"
"You are undoubtedly different," he replies, inspecting me thoughtfully. "I just don't know what that means yet," he said so softly that I'm not sure whether he said it to me or to himself.
"Now, back to your punishment, my pet. You tried to run away from me and I can't just let that slip. You will have to learn that I will punish you for misconduct."
Alic
My kitten is afraid of her punishment. Even if she tries to hide it. The fear shows in her eyes, in the slight trembling of her body. I get up from the bed and reach out a hand to her.
"Come!"
"What are you going to do with me?" She asks, her body ready to jump.
"You're about to find out, kitten. Now be good and stand up. You know you can neither fight nor escape me. It will only make things worse for you if you resist your deserved punishment."
I can see the indecision in her eyes. She knows I'm right, that she has no chance of escaping what I have planned for her, but her flight instinct tells her to run. I am curious to see what will win. Mind or instinct.
"Kitten," I say quietly, but with unmistakable warning.
She blinks, then gives her head a jerk and crawls off the bed, ignoring my outstretched hand. I let her get away with it, because I think I must reward her for not trying to run away from me. But as soon as she is in front of me, I grab her hand and lead her to the door.
"Where are we going?" She asks, her voice shrill with fear.
"You will not speak unless I have given you permission. And you will not ask me any questions. Do you understand me, kitten?"
"Yes," she replies in a rebellious tone.
I pull her towards me and she screams out in fright. Closing my hand around her chin, I bend down to her and look her straight in the eyes.
"First, the correct answer is YES, MASTER!" I say calmly, but with a clear warning. "Second, I do not like your rebellious tone!"
"And I don't like the fact that you kidnapped me and tried to kill me and left me..."
She doesn't get any further than this when I close my hand around her throat and squeeze. Her eyes widen and she stares at me in horror. Despite her fear, there is still a spark of fight in her eyes. Holding her gaze, I wait. I triumph as the fight leaves her eyes and her body becomes soft and yielding in my grip. I knew she was submissive. She responds to certain triggers. My voice and my smell are her triggers to settle. My hand around her throat lets her fall into her role as a sub whenever she is fighting my dominance.
"Exquisite, pet. That's it," I praise and loosen the grip. I bend down and kiss her gently on the mouth. "It’s much more pleasant for both of us if you submit yourself to me. Come now. You need not be afraid. I’ve got you. You'll feel better after I punished you. It will make everything so much clearer for you."
I let go of her throat and she sways a little on her legs. With one hand on her hip I help her find her balance, then I take her hand again and we continue our way. My playroom is at the end of the hall. I turn around to Heather before I open the door.
"Everything will be all right," I promise, putting an arm around her middle, and then I push the handle down and let the door swing open.
The room is dark. I switch the lights on. My kitten flinches and emits a frightened scream as the light reveals the furnishings of the room. She is stiff as I direct her into the playroom, but she does not try to escape. I lead her to the St. Andrew's Cross. On the last paces, she resists, but I don't let go, and drag her with me until we are standing directly in front of the cross.
Chapter 6
Heather
The panic threatens to overwhelm me as we stand directly in front of the cross. I may not have any experience with BDSM, but I am not stupid. I am aware what Alic is up to. He's will tie me to that horrible thing and then probably whip me.
"Please, Alic – M-master. Not that. Please."
Alic’s arms embrace me and he holds my head against his shoulder. His scent is flooding me. Familiar and soothing. A hand strokes my head in a calming rhythm.
"Sshhhh. Settle, kitten," Alic says. "Everything will be fine. You understand, I have to punish you, but I promise you, you can get through this. You are stronger than you think. Surrender to your punishment and I will reward you."
I close my eyes and relax. For the moment, I try not to think about why the man I know to be a murderer of women can have such an effect on me. When I am so close to him and his scent and warmth envelops me, then all this fades into the background. Without resistance, I allow him to undress me and direct me to the cross, until I stand with my front leaning against it. He lifts one of my arms and fastens it with a leather cuff. Then he does the same with the other arm.
"Spread your legs, pet," says Alic and directs my legs into the desired position. After he has also strapped my legs, he pushes my hair aside and kisses me on the neck. "I'll be right back, kitten. Settle."