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Chapter 12: Natsu POV
Two things haunted me: I had a son I'd yet to meet, and I had a naked captive in the cellar—a tempting, kinky one I ached to fuck again. I adjusted my jeans and tried to force my mind onto other things, but the fact that two days had gone by, in which I hadn't dealt with either issue, wouldn't leave me alone.
Neither would Lisanna. She'd tried calling several times—I had eight unheard messages on my cell but was too chicken-shit to listen to them, let alone return her calls. I had no clue what to say to her anyway, mainly because she had no clue I'd kidnapped a woman and was now holding said woman in my cellar. Those weren't exactly the actions of father material. The kid was probably better off never knowing me.
The cabin was too fucking quiet, too still. Lucy had remained unnervingly silent, even when I'd gone down there to feed her, and Gray had gone into work. Enough was enough. She was mine—mine to play with, mine to torment. Fucking mine. If I wanted to fuck her again, I would. No more thoughts of how terrified she'd looked when she'd fallen into the river, or how my heart stopped as I tried to get hers working again.
My footsteps fell heavily on the stairs, and when I reached the bottom, I found her huddled in her favorite corner, her cheek to the concrete and body curled into a ball underneath the towel I'd left with her. It was cruel and inhumane, but damn, it was a sight I'd never forget. Besides, better to be hard and mean now, get her to fall into line, than return her to the cellar numerous times because I'd been too soft on her. I definitely didn't want a repeat of the river.
Something enfolded my heart and squeezed. Fuck, she'd almost died, and whether I liked it or not, part of me would have died with her. My actions had nearly gotten her killed, and regardless of what she'd done, I couldn't live with myself if anything happened to her. I wanted to punish her, but I also couldn't deny that I straight up wanted her. Period. She'd become my world, my obsession, and I had no plans to let her off this island. "If I let you out, will you behave?"
"Yes," she said, the word falling from her lips in lifeless fashion.
Maybe I'd finally broken her. "Will you try to run again?"
"You know I won't. Where would I go?"
"Things are going to change around here. No more tantrums, no more back-talking or throwing dishes." I paused long enough to unlock the cage and enter. "No more escape attempts. You'll do as you're told, when you're told, without argument, or next time you'll spend a lot more time down here. Do you understand me?"
"Y…yes," she said through chattering teeth. "I'm so cold."
Damn it. I was walking a fine line between breaking her and risking her becoming ill. "Okay." Crouching, I brushed tangled hair from her eyes. A strand caught between her lips, and I ran a finger along the seam of her mouth to remove it. Her lips were chapped, her face pale, but what bothered me most was the emptiness in her expression. I remembered how deep her fear of water ran, and I shuddered as images flashed in my mind. Her eyes wide with terror, arms reaching for me as she splashed into the murky river.
Shaking off the recollections, I pulled her to her feet, then stood back and gave her time to stretch her muscles. "C'mon," I said, reaching out a hand. "Let's get you clean and warm, then you can start that good behavior by making dinner." We made our way up to my bedroom, where I directed her into the bathroom. Her eyes grew large and round at the sight of the garden tub. "Lucy, the shower." I pointed to the huge stall tucked on the other side of the tub. Last thing I needed was an episode of hysterics.
She folded her arms. "You don't have to stay. I can shower on my own. There's nowhere for me to—" She cut off when she turned to face me. Her gaze followed my movements as I lifted the hem of my T-shirt up my chest, and I couldn't help the smirk that flitted across my lips.
"No, sweetheart. I'm getting in with you." I gestured toward the stall, a large enclosure of walls made with blue and grey tile. A narrow opening served as the entrance. She gawked at me a for a few seconds, and I was so close to shoving her inside because shit…I couldn't wait to get my hands on her body.