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He had to get out of here. Staying here with this woman, this Rhea was getting to him. It was making him antsy. This was the third day. Technically he’d been here longer, but not lucid. He was going to go crazy. She had blatantly told him that he wasn’t going anywhere. Not with actual words. Then was using some passive aggressive behaviour on him. The whole thing with the knife. She was unstable.
“Where did your mind wander off to?” Rhea asked casually. The two of them were at the table. They were meant to be having breakfast, but just looking at the grilled sausage made him want to vomit.
He looked back to her. “I want to get out of here. You have to let me out!” He pleaded.
“No” Rhea said candid.
“Look, you know it’s physically impossible to just keep me here-“
Rhea giggled like he’d said a joke. Like he said something very funny. The giggle slowly graduated to a full-blown laugh.
“You think you can take me?” she asked nonchalant. She placed a hand on her cheek, even tilted her head to the side as she smiled lazily. She didn’t see him as a threat. The only reason that he was here, that she had gotten him here was because she had drugged him. She had said so herself.
He could take her. So what if her biceps looked bigger. He was certain he could take her. He was taller so he was sure he weighed more. If he could hold her down, he’d be able to knock her out. Then he’d be able to search for the key to open the door. The windows were barred up with iron, so that was out of the question.
He didn’t answer. He wasn’t really sure what her intentions were. He wouldn’t just conclude. She could just be some serial killer. A very weird one just starting out.
“Go ahead. Do it” she dared him. She stretched a bit over the table and presented her cheek.
He could do it.
“Limited time offer. You can do it. I won’t get back at you or anything. Don’t be scared” she tucked her bangs behind both ears.
She had dropped the opportunity before him. All he had to do was just knock her out. He could just do it. He should do it. But for some reason he hesitant. He was hesitating for some reason. His conscience. To be in a position where he felt he had to knock someone out, or to be in a position where he’d feel he’d have to take a life if it came down to it.
He didn’t want to have to kill someone or knock someone out. He’d never been in that position before. He closed his eyes. He’d have to shift that to his last option.
Rhea sat back in her chair. “Eat your breakfast”.
“I won’t tell anyone” He promised.
Rhea giggled again. “Are you dumb or something?”
“What?” Dom asked perplexed.
“Do you have a processing disorder or something? What don’t you understand in the words no and I’m not letting you out?” she folded her arms. She didn’t have that playful smile anymore. She looked annoyed.
She didn’t have a knife in hand right now. He doubted she could actually use what was on the table to hurt him.
“What do you want?” He asked throaty.
“It must really eat you up inside, huh?” Rhea smirked.
“Huh?’ he asked perturbed.
“This situation-“
“Anyone would be antsy in a situation like this!” He argued. “You kidnapped me and you don’t see this as wrong?! What exactly is wrong with you?!” He knew he was losing his cool, but he didn’t care. What exactly was this? What was she playing at?
“But you, it eats you up on a whole other level” she grinned like a shark.
“What are...what?” He asked breathless.
“I know you Dom. I’ve known you for years. This situation makes you so angry in a way that isn’t what you’re trying to portray” she said lowly.
Dom was silent and Rhea went on.
“To not know that the entire time I was always there and you were just oblivious. To be so carefree and not know that someone was watching your whole move the entire time” she snickered. “It must suck for you having no control over this situation, being powerless. Not being in control. That’s what eats you up, not actually being here with me” she shared optimistic. Whimsical.
Dom groaned. “You are fucking crazy”.
“About you” she replied playfully.
“What do you want?” He asked through gritted teeth, trying to keep calm. Rhea had been there for years. That was obvious with the picture she showed him yesterday. But she had been watching him. Always been there. She’d been following him.
Rhea only smiled.
“Sex? Is that it? Is that what you want?!” He demanded.
She still had this cool and unbothered air around her. Also an expression to match.
“Fine” Dom pushed his chair back and stood up. He was pulling his shirt up.
“As tempting as that is, when we do eventually make love, it won’t be like this. I’m done with breakfast” she cleaned her lips with a napkin and stood up. She took her plate with her to the sink.
Dom wasn’t giving up.
“Wait!” He cried. She stood in front of the sink, wanting to clean up now. She didn’t turn to face him, but he knew she was listening. Her head was sort of tilted, so an indication that she had her ear towards him.
“How about a game?” He offered.
Rhea dropped her plate in the sink with a loud clink. “What game?” she looked over her shoulder.
She was interested. Great.
“A normal game” his heart was beating fast, making his words come out breathy. “Like question and answer. I ask a question, you answer and if I get it right, you let me out”.
Rhea hummed. Moving her head left to right as she began to do the dishes. He was thinking whether he should sweeten the pot.
“What about me? What do I get? You’re the only one benefiting” she said in singsong.
“You get what you want” He said determined.
He wasn’t dreaming when he saw Rhea vibrate. Her shoulders actually shook. In excitement?
“No take backs?” she asked unsure.
“You have my word” his voice trembled, but it was for his freedom. He had to take a risk.
“What sort of questions?” She turned around, cleaning her hand with a napkin.
“Seeing as you like to profile I’ll do the same. I’ll ask questions about you, and you answer if I’m right or wrong. I get it right, you let me out”.
“Just one question or two out of three?” she leaned against the sink, her hands on the edge, smirking at him.
“Even if it’s one question. You answer truthfully and let me out”.
“You have a deal” she said genuine. She didn’t even take time to think about it. What did she want? Now he wasn’t so sure about it.
“Do we start now?”
Though he nodded, he wouldn’t stop worrying his lips.
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“Go on” Rhea was sat on the couch, sitting with spread legs as she stared at him. He stood before her, feeling awkward now.
“You like to profile, so you might know a lot about the justice system. So-so, like a paraplegal? That’s what you are? An intern?”
Rhea scratched her scalp, making a show of thinking. “It’s paralegal Dom” she cooed like he was a child. “And no”.
He closed his eyes and looked up at the ceiling. “Okay, a judge?” he didn’t feel strong about that guess.
“Uh-huh” she shook her head.
“A bouncer” He just said it because of her physique. It was an obvious guess.
She just gave him this pout and crossed her legs. “Not even close”.
He really was failing at this, and it wasn’t fair. He hadn’t been following her around, she had. So there was this unfair advantage.
“Do you still have something or are you done guessing?” she asked smug.
He exhaled tiredly. What else was he going to say? He didn’t know.
Rhea uncrossed her legs so she could bring them up, curl them underneath herself as she placed her elbow on the armrest, watching him with those wide blown pupils. It was unnerving.
“You’re English” He stated.
“No love” she said in a high-pitched enunciated voice.
“Okay, you were born here” He was close to complaining.
“No” she grinned.
Dom buried his face in his palms. He was done. He had nothing else to give.
“Want a hint?” she teased.
Dom stood straight. He rolled his shoulders.
“You know you can just bail out. You don’t have to. You don’t get to go out, but still...”
Dom ignored her. With sheer spite, he ripped his shirt off. Yes he had on underwear today. He wouldn’t ask how she knew his exact size, she already knew for his clothes.
It enraged him seeing how she was enjoying this. Seeing her lick her canines in a very lewd and perverse way. She looked like a teen girl reading something she wasn’t meant to with that face. He’d punch himself if she got a nosebleed.
“Go on” she said slowly. Her fingers rubbing slow circles on her exposed thigh. It fascinated him in that very wrong way that you just couldn’t look away.
It was just wrong.
He exhaled and looked to the side. He had a sour look, biting his lip as he pulled his shorts down. He did have bottoms on, but that wasn’t protection. He could have just declined. While he felt sure about this, he had no idea. He was just desperate and wanted to take a risk. And now there was Rhea looking at him like she was drunk. High.
“Still going?” she challenged.
He closed his eyes and removed the hook from the back and his bosoms became free.
“Fuck!” Rhea pushed out of the chair and it caused Dom to step back in trepidation. Like she was going to come for him.
She only looked at him sheepish. Like she had done something so silly. She wasn’t some dog that he was going to tell her to stay. He was frightened and considered calling this off. But if he did, he wouldn’t have her trust. He needed her to trust him if he was ever going to come out of this. She agreed to this, didn’t she? But what if she only agreed because she knew he was going to lose.
No. She couldn’t see the future.
“Sorry” she said into her palm.
Her agreeing told him everything he needed to know. She was the typical Alpha. He was an Omega and as backwards and insulting as it sounded, he wasn’t above using his body for his own gain. If using sex would be his leverage, so be it. Wouldn't be the first time.
He heard her breath pick up as the article of clothing dropped to his feet. She looked like an hungry animal.
All that was left were his bottoms and she was staring at his lower half like she was hypnotised. And was she drooling?
She cleaned the corner of her lips and her chin.
Like ripping off a bandage. He’d already come this far. He closed his eyes and just did it. He swallowed the shame. He swallowed the embarrassment and how undignified this was, but he had to get out.
Rhea gasped in that punched out way, but she didn’t move. He couldn’t look up. He couldn’t look at her. He brought his hands in front of himself to cover up. His eyes were moving all over the room, he couldn’t focus on just one thing. He had never been in a situation like this with past sexual partners. And now...murder wouldn’t be the thing that killed him.
Rhea bit her lip and just stared at him in wonder like she’d never seen a naked Omega before.
“You look so beautiful” she said truthfully.
He just wanted to get dressed, eat the breakfast he hadn’t and forget this was happening, but that desperate voice was telling him to just bear it a little more.
Then Rhea stood and he stopped listening to that voice.
“No. No!” He stepped back quickly. One hand now coming to cover his chest. “Stop!”
She just had this stupid maniacal grin. She looked like she wanted to touch him and kept advancing towards him. “Are you scared? I’m not going to do anything-“
“Yeah. You’re not. I never said that you were going to touch”.
And with that Rhea stopped.
Thank goodness.
His vision swam. His lungs were slowing down, or speeding up. His chest was just heaving and Rhea’s eyes caught that. She stepped back.
Who knew sociopaths stuck to their words.
“Yeah. I didn’t, and neither did you” she said smarmy.
Dom was relieved.
She didn’t stop staring though. Now that it was over he could get dressed.
“Can you excuse me?” He didn’t take a step forward because she was in his path.
“You’re smarter than they give you credit for’ she said it like she was giving a compliment and she stepped away.
He dropped to his knees and though it was hard, he tried to get dressed as best as he could. Part of his attention was on her though, since she hadn’t sat down. And she seemed to be rounding him. Like she wanted to attack him and he just sort of cowered there. He couldn’t look up.
“I want breakfast now” He said obsequious.
She didn’t answer right away. He could still feel her stare on his entire being and he just wanted it to stop.
“Okay” her voice sounded so weird. Different.
She walked away to the open kitchen, finally giving him breathing space. He might have miscalculated but he would think about this another time. He had to stand to get his bottoms on. What was a little humiliation just to keep himself alive?
He looked at the door. A keyhole, a latch, a bolt. All that was missing was a keypad.
Every second spent here was a second he could use in getting to know Rhea more. Every second he’d learn just how he’d get out of here. She said it herself. People often underestimated him and seemed she did too. And would continue to if he continued to be some helpless limbo.
He hoped.
He was completely dressed.
“Food is ready” Rhea called.