~Chapter Five~

Lindsay's POV

Five days after William confined her to this room, he returned, and she rose from the cot, trying as best she could to cover herself with the remnants of her clothing. He collected her shoes and every single scrap of fabric.

His tone was a hateful condescending sneer, "You want to share that body with others, take off your clothes and spread that little cunt wide for other men, then you'll do your husband the same courtesy. No false modesty allowed, my dear."

"Damn you William, you know you can't get away with this."

"You just don't get it do you Lindsay? You say I won't get away with this but my darling I already have." He reached out to gently caress her cheek.

"Don't touch me," she said back, slapping his hand away. "People will ask questions William."

"No they won't, you don't exist anymore."

With that statement he left the room with her clothes and as the door closed behind him the damn monitor panel slid back and a video began to play. She stared stunned the first time through, not believing her ears.

The third time the reporter read the news report it began to sink in exactly what her husband had done. She didn't know exactly how, but he'd pulled it off. Bile rose in Lindsay's throat and she found herself over the toilet until there was nothing left and she was dry heaving. and the looped news report played again and again, and there were photographs that accompanied the reports...

"Three people died in a fiery helicopter crash this afternoon, the pilot and his two passengers, Merrick Biotech executive Nicholas Bennett and Lindsay Parker-Merrick, wife of genetics engineer and founder of Merrick Biotech Industries Dr William Merrick were all pronounced dead on the scene. A full FAA investigation is expected."

That was also the day that she realized he was watching her, for after about hour or so of the recording she began to scream again and again for it to stop. Moments later, the video stopped and the panel closed.

Lindsay didn't give a damn if the bastard was watching her or not as she hugged her arms to herself, spending her tears and grief over her lover, murmuring over and over again, "oh Nicky, oh my god, Nicky…"

William never mentioned the topic to her again…

By the end of the first month, Lindsay was trying to desperately to make it through the boredom of another day. There was nothing to do, no books to read, no music, either sit and think, or lay and think. There were three options for sitting, on the bed, the floor and the toilet, two for laying, Just silence, or his voice when he choose to bother her with one taunt or another, or heavens the days he bothered to come in person. But then there were the days on end when he didn't come and she saw no one else. And eventually she'd desire his company, just to know she wasn't alone. The sense of aloneness when he'd go and If her food wasn't delivered regularly she'd think the world had come to an end, and that she and her husband were the only survivors.

And then he came up with his twisted form of entertainment to drive her even more crazy than she already was. At first it had its intended shock effect, and she allowed herself to be hurt by it but then she was struck by the utter hypocrisy of the entire scenario and the unbelievable size William Merrick's ego. She'd taken a single lover, out of loneliness, he was seldom home, something always resulting in him staying at the apartment at Biotech instead of returning home to her.

And now he expected her not to take offense, when he was fucking one woman after another and broadcasting that fact straight to the monitor in her room. Live action pornography.

The lousy bastard claimed he was "training" agnates. She wasn't sure when the criteria changed, but in her book if it was a female with a pussy and tits it was another woman. The damned hypocrite was getting fucked regular—one wet dream after another, and she was getting nothing. And it made her fuckin' madder than hell and he knew it....

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