I Put A Spell On You

11: Show Me

"Show me." Amelia said suddenly as she sat on the couch with Atticus. The lights dimmed, her legs in his lap.

"Show you what?" Atticus asked confused turning to look at her. Confused by her sudden want to talk.

"The room upstairs. The one that has no handle. What's in it?" Amelia asked now sitting up to look directly at him.

"I don't think you will like what you find in there Ms. Shepherd." Atticus dismissed her, standing up to get a drink out of the fridge.

Amelia as Amelia does, got up to follow him. She stood her back leaning at the marble counters of the kitchen as Atticus grabbed a sparkling water out of the refrigerator handing her one as well.

"Thank you. But I need to know what you're hiding in there." Amelia insisted, not willing to give up. She was playing a game.

Amelia intended on winning this game. Amelia was going to break Atticus until he showed her what was in that room upstairs.

"Okay. Fine. But if you don't like what you see, you can't say I didn't tell you that." Atticus sighed walking to the familiar hallway grabbing a small rectangular red piece of metal on a gold key ring.

"Wait really?" Amelia asked in shock as she watched him go upstairs, quickly following behind him.

"Yes. Because you won't stop asking. So follow me." Atticus said as he held out his hand for her, she softly placed her hand in his and walked with him up the stairs.

Atticus stood in front of the black door with a red square and no knob on it. Amelia just looked from Atticus to the door and back.

"Aren't you going to open it?" Amelia asked in a confused tone, her voice wavering now worried about what she would truly find in the room.

"I just want to repeat and make myself clear. At any point if you get scared or uncomfortable, you have every right to walk out and Sergio will take you home." Atticus said moving the rectangle in his hand.

"I know. Show me." Amelia said firmly as she took a deep breath, bracing herself for the sight to come. Amelia cracked her knuckles in anticipation.

Atticus held up the matching red rectangle to the square on the black door. Amelia jumped slightly as she heard the sound of a deadbolt being clicked open from the other side.

"Go ahead." Atticus said pushing the door open carefully, he held his arm out signaling for Amelia to walk into the room.

"Okay." Amelia breathed out anxiously as she approached the door that was now open.

All the answers to her questions would be answered when she stepped in, but what if she didn't like the answers? What if ignorance was truly bliss.

Amelia stepped towards the door and had her eyes closed until she felt the change in temperature, it was warmer. Almost humid in this room.

Amelia opened her eyes to be met with a room, with dark crimson walls, warm red ambient lights. In the middle laid a dark wooden bed frame, with a mattress covered in the finest of red leather.

Standing floor to ceiling was a gold frame that resembled a honeycomb and had padding in certain areas.

Amelia's heart rate accelerated as she walked further into the room. There were dresser and drawers all had gold knobs and Amelia couldn't dare herself to open any of them.

Leather crops and whips hung from one wall while a matching leather couch sat beside the bed. As Amelia abruptly turned she was met with a wall that hung nothing but ropes and ties.

"What is this place?" Amelia asked in between shaky breathes looking at Atticus who was stone faced.

"This is the playroom." Atticus answered as he walked further into the room. The initial shock of all she had seen caused Amelia to involuntarily back up as he stepped in.

"D-do you use all of this?" Amelia stuttered as her eyes moved 100 miles a second scanning every inch of the dim, warm lit room.

"I do." Atticus answered in his same calm voice. The last thing he needed was to scare her, especially in this situation.

"S-so you're a sadist?" Amelia asked her voice riddled with anxiety and fear.

"Not exactly. I'm a dominant." Link answered looking Amelia in the eyes.

"What's the difference, that's still using all of this on women and they let you?" Amelia asked in shock, wondering who would willingly come into a room like this.

"They are called a submissive and yes. They want me to." Atticus answered not changing his location in the room.

"A-and would I come in here?" Amelia asked fearing the answer she'd receive.

"Only if you wanted to. I won't make you." Atticus answered in a voice a little too calm for Amelia at this moment.

"I-I want to go home. Please." Amelia bit her lip, overwhelmed by the sight she had seen.

"As you wish." Atticus said letting her leave before locking the heavy door back. Amelia walked down the stairs as fast as she could.

Amelia grabbed her things and walked to the elevator, hitting the button quickly and roughly.

"I'm sorry." Atticus said as Amelia walked into the elevator.

"Don't be, I just was not ready for that." Amelia sighed in defeat as the elevator doors shut.