She’s mine to do with as—
Curling tighter in his arms, my skin prickled with intensity as Mr. Prest bowed his head, his hot breath skating over my bloody face. For the longest time, he sat there, still and silent, waiting for me to open my eyes.I wished I was blind as well as mute. Deaf too, so I would never hear the squelching sound of my tongue being cut or the crunching of bones as he threw Master A against the kitchen bench.
Finally, his patience ran out. Taking my chin, he guided my face upward.I was weak and queasy and had no choice, but I obeyed because I’d just witnessed what happened to those who angered him. He killed so quickly, so easily—it was nothing to him.I didn’t want to be nothing.
I wanted to remain in his good graces. There, I might find a kind word or gentle stroke. I didn’t want more violence. I’d had enough to last me a lifetime.Mr. Prest cupped my jaw, his fingers slipping in sticky blood. He deserved to die for what he did.
He deserved to die in a hundred ways.
I didn’t move. No nod, no twitch. Nothing.Thoughts of pillaging Elder’s office for clues on how to end my captivity taunted me. I remembered the password he’d had me type before calling my mother on his phone. I had a way to contact the outside world…I think.
I desperately wanted to know more about him.The second afternoon, when I’d given into the stupid urge to snoop, I’d spent hours stalking the corridors for his work space. But I hadn’t found it thanks to locked doors and no skills at lock picking.
And even if I had managed to break into his domain and read his emails or understood what he kept hidden, what would that achieve?We were in the middle of the ocean.