Dalliance - Z.M. (An Exquisites Original Story)

71; Break My Baby

Chapter 71

"You know I've got your back.
But would you ever do that for me?"

(Raine's POV)

My eyelids grow heavy with a fatigue as they read over the clock over her head, seconds ticking away with an agonizing proclivity. My hands are folded over the back of my chair, my chin propped comfortably on my fingers as I keep my eyes pinned on the girl across from me. The cold room has been dead silent for the past thirty minutes now since she has made absolutely no move to speak up. Her lack of cooperation resulted in her being chained to the wall from both arms after being stripped down to her tee shirt and underwear in order to be sure that there are no trackers or mics on her.

I've dealt with many like her. She is as stubborn as mule, as loyal as a dog, but as predictable as the sun. It's not that she is unable to bend to my will, it's just a matter of time before I give her an offer big enough. But as of right now, my patience is running thin.

"Look, I know we got off on the wrong foot," I begin, my voice as exhausted as my gaze. "Let me introduce myself. My name is Raine."

Her head is hung low between her shoulders while her body shivers underneath the pale moonlight pouring in front the small window in the corner of the room. When we made sure she was clean, we brought her to an underground chamber we had on our plot. By foot, it is merely ten minutes away from the house, but at least this way it's convenient enough to keep an eye on her.

My foot taps against the cold concrete floor as I await her response, though she refuses to give me one. It's been one hell of a long day and if she doesn't start speaking soon, I might have to resort to less civilized tactics.

"This is the part where you tell me your name," I remind her, just in case she forgot.

She didn't. She's just annoyingly persistent.

I have to swallow back a bitter taste of anger in my throat before I get impulsive and do something I'm going to regret. My hands shake as I pop a cigarette in my mouth and light it with my lighter. Instead of putting out the flame, I unwrap my legs from the chair and walk over to her. She isn't even looking at me, so I have to grip her chin with one hand and force her to meet my gaze.

Her eyes are heavy like my own, wearing down along with the ticking of the clock. My teeth grit so hard that I fear I'll break them, my fingers digging into her skin as if she's made of plush. I prop the lighter in the small distance between us, inching it close to her face. Her eyes suddenly widen.

"Your name," I demand with a soft persistence. "Now."

But her lips still refuse to move. She only attempts to stand taller, clenching her fists behind the chains. My agitated mood grows more and more restless by the second and when the flame of my lighter flickers out, so does my patience.

I push her head back forcefully, slamming it into the brick wall behind her. Her eyes squeeze shut with agony but I don't stop there, only taking my cigarette between my fingers and holding it against her throat. My fingers squeeze the tender skin around her throat as she purses her lips to hold back a scream when I press the ignited end against her skin.

"Speak," I clamor, holding the bud against her skin like her precious boss once did to me. I didn't want it to get to this but if I have to play dirty, then who am I to hold my morals to a higher standard? I slam her head against the wall once again as she struggles within her chains to no avail.