The Puppeteer

Chapter 29

As I walk with Kallis, his hand grasping the back of my neck, I can feel his hot breath whispering threatening nothings in my ear. I shudder, my skin crawling with a mix of fear and arousal. I know he has an effect on me, one that I'm powerless to resist.

"If you run to daddy dearest," he whispers, his voice low and menacing, "I'll fuck you right in front of him. I'll make you scream my name, and I'll make him watch."

I hitch my breath, my heart racing with fear. I know he means it. I know he's capable of doing exactly what he says.

"When I said I'd keep you, I meant it," he reminds me, his grip on my neck tightening. "You're mine, Amelia. And I won't let anyone take you from me."

I grip the cart, white-knuckling it as we walk. Kallis is behind me, his body pressed against mine, his dick aroused and hard against my ass. I can feel his heat, his desire, and it's making me weak.

"I knew it was wrong to let you go outside," he mutters, his voice filled with anger. "I knew you'd do something fucking stupid like this."

He bites my neck, hard, and I feel a surge of pain. I cry out, my eyes watering as I feel the trickle of blood down my neck. Kallis chuckles, his amusement evident in his voice.

"Ah, Amelia," he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You're so predictable."

I talk back to him, trying to get under his skin just like he's getting under mine. "You're a monster, Kallis," I spit, my voice venomous. "You're a sick, twisted monster."

Kallis laughs, his hand tightening around my neck. "I'm just a man who knows what he wants," he says, his voice low and husky. "And what I want is you."

As we pass my dad, I notice he's not paying attention to us. We're just another couple shopping at Target, nothing out of the ordinary. I feel a pang of disappointment, wondering why he can't see the danger that's right in front of him.

"Hey, baby," Kallis says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Why don't you go say hi to daddy dearest? I'm sure he'd love to see you."

I roll my eyes, trying to play it cool. "No thanks," I say, my voice dripping with disdain. "I'd rather not."

Kallis chuckles, his hand releasing my neck. "Suit yourself," he says, his voice low and menacing. "But don't think for a second that you're getting away from me. You're mine, Amelia. And I'll do whatever it takes to keep you."