This chapter is dedicated to @gamegirl1955
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I reluctantly sit on the couch. Immediately I am restrained by cuffs, complements of the comfortable couch.
"This is going to be a whole lot easier and a lot less painful if you don't lie, and no sarcasm, please." He says.
I nod my head, not wanting to speak to him.
"Good. You understand."
"What do you want from me, anyway?"
"It isn't what I want, it's what you want. And I think what you want is within my control. Danica's safety, Anna's safety, and most of all, Cameron. He is quite the looker, if I do say so myself."
"Please! Don't do anything to them! It's all my fault! Torture me instead!" I plead, struggling against my restraints. I am lashed with the whip, and good lord does it hurt! Fortunately, it isn't enough to draw blood, but definitely going to leave a bruise. I wince at the pain.
"That was a warning." He glares at me with icy cold blue eyes.
"Let me go, please." I sit in my chair, my eyes starting to tear up.
"Stop pleading with me! Honestly, Danica was right, you are very stubborn."
"Danica is not yours, she loves me!" I yell at the top of my lungs. "She has never and will never belong to you!" I try to escape, but am met with another lash, this time creating a pool of blood on the floor.
"I thought I said to stop," He whispers, oblivious to my silent sobs.
I nod again.
"Where is that pack of gum that Danica left in that room?"
I sit up and laugh at him. "I don't know, I lost it." he hits me extremely hard with the whip on my other arm, and I let out a muffled scream.
"You do know, where is it?" He asks again, this time more forcefully.
"I already told you, dude, I don't know." I call him dude instead of Ian or Master Ian, just to get to him.
Unfortunately, it means another whiplash. He aims for my cheek and hits spot on.
"I control you, freak! You see this remote? I can control everything on that bracelet right here! I can make you as old as I want, I can make you weak and frail, so I suggest you start cooperating!" He is yelling at me very loud.
I have gotten the information that I want. Or at least some. I see the resolution on his face as he realizes that that is what I wanted. He whips me two more times, these on my legs. Then he yells at me to stand up as the restraints are removed.
He takes me by my bloody wrist and drags me down to a room, where there are giant glass jars of bubbly liquid in them. But that isn't what disturbes me.
It's the fact that there is a real Cameron in one instead of a robot.
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Agh! So twisty! But you didn't see that one coming!
