~Chapter FOUR
NO ONE crossed William Merrick and got away with it. NO ONE—ever.. He always got his revenge and the cost for making a fool of him was far too dear……
Lindsay Merrick sat on the cot that served as her bed. Naked as the day she was born. She had no idea exactly how long she'd been down here. But as best she could tell by the passage of time it had been several months and at least a week since she'd seen the son of a bitch she was married to. She had not passed through the door to this room but once and that had been when William shoved her in here.
There was no reason for him to let her out, all her basic needs were met, there was a shower, a toilet and her food appeared at regular intervals from a panel in the wall. It was her prison cell and William Merrick was her jailer.
What in the world had made her think she could ever sneak an affair past William. He had to be the sneakiest, most possessive man she'd ever met. Of course it didn't help matters that the affair had been with his business partner Nicholas Bennett, second only to William himself on Biotech's board of Directors.
She knew the old adage that there was a fine line that ran between genius and insanity and her husband was a clear case in point. However it was his genius that kept her hostage in the secret facility. And she could clearly remember every moment of the day he tossed her in here and ordered,"Strip whore."
She looked at him stunned, already scared to death of the intense cruel accusation in his eyes. "No William, not until I know what's going on."
She never expected the blow when he knocked her to the floor, his voice raised in fury,"You know what you did bitch! Now, do what I fuckin' tell you too!"
She struggled to her feet, a trickle of blood running from her nose, "Not until you answer me."
His response was to grab her by the throat and shove her back against the wall as he used his other hand to rip her clothing from her body. He'd ripped her blouse and it hung loose, her breasts bared, He gave a yank and the waist of the skirt gave and fell at her feet. He gave another yank and her lace panties found the floor. She was using both of her hands around the one wrist to try and keep him from completely cutting off her air supply and her eyes widened as his hand went to his zipper and he freed his cock.
He loosened his grip on her throat, shifting his hand back into her hair. With William's brutal yank, she found herself face first against the wall, and he kicked her still high-heeled feet wide and impaled her from behind. Her body stiffened with pain, as her unprepared pussy was violated. He only thrust a few times before he finished, she felt the violent release inside her, then he pulled out and shoved her toward the bed. "That was to refresh your memory, Lindsay, your body is mine."
He caught her accusing gaze, "Don't try to look innocent, you know what you did, and if you have any questions, just watch the monitor after I go."
The door locked behind him with a loud clunk and a panel slid back to reveal a large monitor screen…
The picture was blurry at first, but she couldn't mistake what she was hearing, and when the picture did clear it only confirmed what her ears had already heard and it didn't go away. William had the video looped and it played over and over for hours. There was no way for her to turn it off. William was going to make sure she knew exactly what he'd found her guilty of and it was all there in living color, her flat of her back, on their living room floor, with Nicholas Bennett between her thighs, fucking her for all he was worth.