“I have plenty of ideas.” He stood up and swept the contents of his hand into a nearby trash bin, before sliding his gaze over his shoulder to me. “None of which are proper.”
I eyed him as I carefully slipped off the bed. The yards of fabric spun around my small frame didn’t help me tip toe past. I had to use one hand to secure the sheet, while I held up the part pooling around my feet.
Enzo cocked an amused brow. “Do you honestly think that will protect you?”
It was better than nothing.
I kept my eye on him as I backed my way into the bathroom. I knew my target was reached when my bare feet landed on cool tile.
Which struck me as weird. Hardwood floors should be cold too. But his weren’t. They were warm, like the carpeted rug under the bed.
“Well, Pet,” the light bounced off two rings on his fingers as his hand waved through the air, “I’m waiting.”
Waiting for what? To watch me pee?
Whatever, sicko.
I glanced over my shoulder and almost cried at the sight of a black toilet. And then I almost cried again when I couldn’t close the door. I tried, pulling and pushing, but it wouldn’t budge. Even with all my weight thrown into it, it didn’t move. Like it was glued in place.
It looked like a normal door. I could stick my hand between it and the wall. Yet, I couldn’t move it so much as an inch.
“Why won’t the door close?” I asked Enzo, who folded his arms over his broad chest in response. “Hello, I asked you a question.”
Silence.
He was just standing there, staring at me, like I was the one in the wrong. When he was the one who kidnaped me.
I sighed and grumbled, “The least you could do is give an answer.”
“This isn’t about what you want, or what you think you deserve. The faster you learn that, the easier this will be.”
I rolled my eyes. He sounded like every macho prick that thought his shit didn’t stink wandering around my school.
“Roll your eyes at me again, Pet, and your ass will be too sore to sit anywhere.” His gaze dropped to my dancing feet. “Now, do you want to use the facilities, or would you prefer to further test my patience?”
I chewed on my lip and glanced from my captor to the toilet. Relief screamed in the back of my mind. I was ready to burst, but did I want to just let him watch?
Was he going to watch?
Ah, fuck it.
I scrambled forward, never feeling more relieved than I did when my ass hit the ceramic bowl. I may have released a very audible‘thank God.’As I took care of business, I looked around the bathroom. Who knows, maybe I’d find something I could use?
The more I saw, the more out of place I felt. This room was elegant and impossibly clean. Glistening marble countertops matched the walls, which contrasted with the black exterior of a large four-claw tub in the middle of the room.
The shower, toilet, and two sinks were also black, along with all the fixtures. Hooks in the wall, bottles decorating shelves and countertops. Even the towels were black.
The only splash of color came from a row of picturesque tiles bordering the floor. White with sprigs of dark green ivy. I followed the leafy vines to the side of the counter. Sitting in a cup next to the sink was a toothbrush. The hard handle called to me.
How good would it be to brush my teeth right now? And then something else occurred to me. It wouldn’t take much to sharpen the end. I mean, people did it in prison all the time.
“You want to brush your teeth, Pet?” My captor was standing in the doorway, icy stare locked on me, “Or were thinking about doing something else with that toothbrush?”
Right now all I was thinking about was the mortification burning down my neck.
“Enjoying the show?” I snarled.
One simple brow arch. That’s all it took to make me feel two inches tall. My baser instincts told me to apologize. I went with the ‘if I don’t see him, then he isn’t there’ illusion, and dropped my head.
