Cruel Master by E.B. Fox

Author:E.B. Fox [Fox, E.B.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-02-14T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

He’s seen everything. I’ve tried to find the cameras, but of course, I haven’t. A man as rich as Gabriel undoubtedly has them professionally installed. He probably has some of those microscopic ones that you can’t see with the naked eye embedded into the walls and ceiling of this room.

All I can think about is the fact that he can see everything I do. Now I feel his eyes on me all the time. I search the room like a woman possessed, scratching at the surfaces and checking behind every knick-knack for anything that might look like a camera.

When I come up empty-handed, I become paranoid—so much so that I begin taking my clothes into the bathroom to change in there.

But then it hits me that he might very well have the bathroom outfitted with cameras too. How do I know he's not watching me in here?

So, then I start doing this thing where I keep my towel wrapped around me as I pull my panties up underneath me and then try to put my clothes on over my towel before pulling the towel down.

It's ridiculous, I know, because this man has probably seen me naked before. He all but admitted to stalking me. There's no telling how long he's been watching me or what he's seen.

Still, I can't stop myself from trying to preserve what little of my dignity I may have left—if I even have any after he caught me trying to masturbate and then effectively recognized that it was because of him.

My cheeks heat in shame and embarrassment every time I think of it, making me hate the bastard even more.

To make matters worse, his psychological games are wearing me down. I’m alone all day, so by the time he visits me at night, I’m so desperate for something to break the monotony that I’m even glad to see him—as much as I still hate to see him.

He makes me join him for dinner every night. It's like some sort of ritual from the medieval days. He's always dressed in an impeccable suit, and he expects me to dress likewise in dresses. And he took my choice away in that matter since they're the only options he gave me in my wardrobe.

I want to wear something else just to defy him, but the only other option I have is to wear one of the equally beautiful pieces of lingerie, and that would show even more skin than the dresses so that's a no.

He’s maneuvered everything exactly the way he wants to and left me no choice but to comply.

We don't usually speak much over dinner. I sit there sullenly, only eating enough food to keep me alive, glaring at him.

And he makes no move at small talk. He doesn’t ask me inconsequential questions he already knows the answer to from all his time watching me. He's not one who stands on pretense or puts on airs. If he already knows everything there is to know about

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