Fractured || A Hostage Story

Chapter Nine

 He allowed her to shower in warm water this time. It was nice and did help sooth her aching muscles from spending all of that time outside on the ground. It had been a bitch to get through her hair because it had been tangled and there were actually more than a few bugs crawling around in it. She'd ended up using an entire bottle of shampoo by the time she was finished and it still didn't feel as clean as she wanted. He watched, the entire time, slowly stroking himself through his pants. She still didn't get what his deal was but she knew she was going to have to do something because James was going to want him arrested and charged with every thinkable crime in the universe when that was the opposite of what she wanted for him.

He held out a towel to her as she stepped out of the shower and she took it. First she dried herself off as quickly as possible but then she wrapped it around her hair and head which would have the most moisture left. At that point she didn't feel like she needed to be modest or cover her nudity from him in any way. He was kind of right about owning her and she knew that. She walked over to the sink and grabbed her toothbrush and put some paste on it. He stepped up behind her, pressing into her tightly, she could feel his erection in the small of her back.

"What about this, exactly, is getting you off so much?" She asked, then she started to brush her teeth as she did not expect any sort of answer.

"I'm in charge here." He said.

"Yes, we've established that much and I really haven't fought you much on it so...I think that there has to be more to it." She said and brushed her teeth some more before spitting out a bit of toothpaste into the sink.

"You don't like it...mostly. Actually, I can't really figure that part out. I guess that's what keeps me interested. You really aren't like them." He said, using that vague catch-all term again as if she was supposed to know what it meant. Her best assumption was that he was referencing Aurora and her friends. Or trust fund girls in general. "I looked it up. Rika Takashi is a very self made woman. She came from nothing and legitimately worked her way up the chain of command."

"As I told you." She sighed then spit to clear her mouth again and reached for a cup. She filled it with water and started to rinse her mouth out. At least he had bothered to check into what she'd said about Rika's job not being some sort of by-product of nepotism, which it wasn't. "Would it be better or worse if I liked what you are doing to me?"

"I think the bigger question I'd want answered is why do you like it? I'm guessing it has something to do with Mark." He said.

"Probably." She shrugged, even though she knew that it was definitely the case she wasn't going to let him win that easily when it came to getting information from her. Her biggest problem would be if he decided to ask Rika about it because that woman had a lot to say specifically about that issue. She also lacked any sort of verbal filter because she was a CEO and there were very few people she had to ever answer to or really be polite with.

"What do you think is wrong with me?" He asked. She finished rinsing her mouth out and headed out of there to the bedroom. He followed, still loosely holding that gun in his hand while she constantly considered there being some sort of opening where she might be able to grab it from him and use it against him. It hadn't happened yet. Now he was at least opening a line of dialogue with her. That was going to be far more useful than her getting him held at gunpoint which would probably only make him clam up more.

"In what capacity?" She asked, heading to her mother's walkin closet. As odd as it was, her mother had shared the same sized clothing and they nearly had the same taste in style. A lot of people thought they looked more like sisters than mother and daughter. It was probably because Kate had her at such a young age and her father, Matthew, was the older one there. If only by a few years.