Chapter Nine
Chapter Nine
I stared at the document in my hands. Slowly, I opened it–I hadn’t even realized I was holding in a breath.
I skipped the introduction and began:
“This is an agreement between the ‘contractee‘ hane Blackwood) and the ‘contractor‘ (Riley Kaidon).”
I paused, about to ask how he knew my full name, but after one look at those cold eyes, I continued. “The duration of this contract is a year (twelve months), if agreed by both parties.” I paused again. “A year is more than I can handle I whispered. A lot could happen in a year. The thought that he would have control over me for a whole year sent a chill down my spine. I never really considered what would happen if this went all wrong and things could easily ‘very wrong“. “Three months,” I say, and I hated how shaky my voice sounded.
His jaw tightened; it was such a small movement, but I noticed it. Thane didn’t like the fact that I was bargaining; I knew what was written down was only there to make me feel like I had a choice–a say in this, even if I didn’t.
“Nine months,” he says, and maybe I should give in.
“Six months,” I said instead.
The small smirk on his lips wasn’t at all settling.
Agreed. Move on”
I nodded, my hands shaky, and the moisture from my sweaty palm soaked the paper. He noticed this; I knew he did. It was a surprise he agreed to reduce the time span- I shouldn’t stretch my luck any further.
“The contractor is not allowed to reject any gifts from the contractee, and adding to that, the contractor would only dress in clothes provided by the contractee.
The contractor is not allowed to be sexually intimate with anyone not approved by the contractee.”
That sounded strange. Still, I read on.
“The contractor consents to satisfying the contractee’s sexual need whenever and wherever it is requested, and in return, the contractor will not hesitate to let the contractee know when/ she/ needs her sexual desires fulfilled.”
I read through the ‘many‘ pages, feeling the blush creep up my neck. I wondered how long he had been planning this out; it must have been a while.
If I thought I had seen it all, the statement in the last paragraph changed that.
“The contractor shall not break this contract for any reason else; /she/ stands to be punished.
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by the contractee In any way he seems fit.”
I placed the file on the table. I knew he was twisted; it should be no surprise, but this was beyond even my expectations. Alpha Thane had habit of surprising people, and I did not. mean that in a positive way.
“You will punish me?” I questioned
“If you do not abide by the rules, Yes,” he answered–again, like that was the most reasonable
answer.
My heart slammed faster against my chest. A pen lay beside the file, one he had placed there even before we arrived.
“And if I do not agree to this, if I do not want to be ‘punished‘ by you?”
“Then you walk out that door, free.”
“How do I know you would let me leave? Surely you wouldn’t go through all the fuss only to let me go.”
“You don’t,” he answered.
“What type of punishments?” I asked
“Are you planning to break the rule?”
“No, I want to know… to be prepared,” I say, unable to stare at him right in the eyes. Somewhere along the line, I had lost the little calm I managed to build up. The contract was so… raw–that was the closest word to describe it another word was brutal,
“Then you should know it would be a punishment I would be happy to carry out.”
That was him saying everything and, at the same time, nothing–he was giving nothing away.
He hadn’t denied it when I asked if he would hurt me; he had told me straight to my face that he would. I shouldn’t be doing this; maybe I could return to my mother, but then I thought of Ryker; he would be there to make my life a living hell. Thinking about him brought a bitter pang in my throat.
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I picked up the pen with shaky hands; I feared I might drop it. I managed to leave a frail- looking signature, and it was over.
I had signed a contract with the devil himself.
