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Kent moves around the table, and to my surprise, he takes a key out of his pocket and slides it under the metal table. A mechanism snaps, and I feel a sudden give to my handcuffs as they are
released from the table.
Before I can pull away, Kent grabs the chain between the cuffs, taking control of my actions. He says nothing as he starts moving towards the center of the room, pulling me roughly along with him. When we reach a spot where a short chain is bolted to the floor, with an open padlock at the end, Kent stops.
He slowly brings my manacled hands close to his face, my body pulled close to his. “On your knees, Fay,” he says, firm..
My mouth hangs open in disbelief. Why? I try to speak, to question his demand.
“I said,” he says, his brows knitting cruelly together. “On your
knees.”
Slowly, my earlier courage abandons me, and I begin to sink to my knees as Kent lowers his hand to allow me to do so. I find myself resting there, my knees on the cold cement floor, my arms. stretched above my head, looking up at him with wide eyes.
Kent lowers one knee to the ground, maintaining eye contact with
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- me. Then, slowly, he raises the chain from the ground, wrapping it
around the links of my handcuffs and sliding the padlock closed,
creating a perfect circle. I look down, realizing that I am once
again contained, trapped, and at his mercy.
I gaze up at him as he stands tall.
“In this world, Fay,” Kent says, his voice even and low, “you don’t
survive if you let people walk all over you. My father tried that –
tried to maintain this family’s power by being kind, and fair, and
logical.”
Kent slides his hands into his pockets, his most controlled
position, and bends at the waist, bringing his face close to mine.
“He was dead by the time I was eight.”
My mouth falls open slightly, and I watch as his hands clench into
fists in his pockets. “So when you tell me,” he continues, slowly
circling me, “to trust you, to treat you as someone I trust, without having earned it…”
I turn my head to watch him, but my movement is limited, my neck reaching its breaking point.
“You’re asking me, then, Fay,” he says, taking another step, “to act
like a fool.”
I try to turn further, but the handcuffs won’t let me. I stare forward, my heartbeat and breath quickening. I can’t see him, don’t know where he is. I listen intently, needing to know. Startled, I jump
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“Do you think I’m a fool, Fay?” his voice is a whisper, sending a shiver down my spine as his breath brushes against my earlobe.
“No,” I whisper, closing my eyes. In this moment, I feel completely different than I did just minutes ago at the table. Then, I had the power, the information he wanted, the ability to provoke him with my words, actions, and body. But now, everything has changed.
Kent is back in control, and he’s going to make me pay for every bit of power I took from him at the table. Pay it back tenfold.
“Good girl,” he murmurs. Then, he starts walking again,
continuing his circle. My eyes fly open, waiting for him to come
into my line of sight once more.
“Do you want me to trust you, Fay?” he asks, now at my right shoulder. I turn my head towards him.
“Y–yes,” I say, unsure if that’s truly what I want, but knowing it’s
the answer he expects.
“Well,” he says, leaning down and towering over me, “you were wrong to doubt my vengeance, to think that I wouldn’t uncover your secrets.”
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