The Dark Forest: A Collection Of Erotic Fairytales(128)

With effort, she opened her eyes, meeting the furious intensity of his, and nodded against his grip.

“All right. Only because you behaved and put on such a good show.” Grabbing the chain from beside her, he stood and walked towards the door. As he opened it wide, he paused and turned back towards her. “You know, I expected you to go for the door when I was chasing you. It was unlocked, but…” A shrug. “I think you actually like being my little whore, Rapunzel.”

Standing up, she opened her mouth to shout at him, to curse him, but he lifted a remote in his hand and she froze. Not the darkness. Not again.

“That’s right. Behave.” He chuckled, a low and ominous sound. “Sleep well, princess. I’ve got a video to send to daddy dearest.”





Chapter Four





The girl was awake again. Rebecca Sinclair, the darling daughter of the son of a bitch that deserved to die for all that he’d done.

No, not die.

Suffer.

That was the entire reason he’d changed his focus to the girl. He’d spent years gathering data on the father, but the man’s heart lived in the beautiful blonde currently crying in the other room. His eyes flicked over to the camera, the angle changing every thirty seconds to show a new view of her curled up in the corner. He wanted her again, wanted to make her scream, wanted to hurt her in ways that would break the man.

Not yet.

Turning back to the computer screen, he forced himself not to watch her, not to stare at the curves he could still feel under his hands, to ignore the steadily growing hardness against his zipper. It had barely been five hours since the last video he’d made, but he knew it had been received. As soon as the file had started playing, Adam had received the alert.

Now, he had to wait.

The first set of videos he’d put together had gone unanswered, but the fucker hadn’t been stupid enough to call the police. He’d called his head of security instead, William Brown, but neither of them were smart enough to find him.

They wouldn’t find the girl until he wanted them to find her. After she was broken down, crawling on her knees for him—hollowed out and empty.

“Let’s see if you want your Rapunzel back when I’m done with her.” The seething anger was like a toxin in his blood, slowly eating away at him, and the only balm he’d found was in her sweet screams. The way her body bowed under his, the way she fought against him only to bend to his will again and again—it was perfect.

The cell phone to his right started to ring, a chipper little sound, and he quickly verified that the routing program he’d written was still working. Picking up the headset that would distort his voice, he pressed the answer button and waited.

“Hello?” Daniel Sinclair’s voice was exactly like it was on his television appearances, only a little… edgier. “Are you there, asshole?”

“Oh, I’m here.”

“Where the hell is my daughter?!” He was shouting now, and it made Adam smile slowly.

“You mean your sweet, little Rapunzel?” There was a series of curses on the other end of the line, a rush of muffled speech from the security jackass giving him useless guidance.

“I want proof of life.”

“You want another video?” Adam taunted and chuckled when Sinclair started shouting again.

“Don’t you dare touch her! You will release her immediately!”

“That’s not how this is going to go, Sinclair. You’re going to do some things for me. If you obey, she won’t suffer… much. But if you—”

“I’m not doing a thing for you, asshole. I’m going to find you, and I’m going to—”

“You won’t find me, and you won’t find your darling daughter either, no matter what your security team is telling you. Not until you’ve followed every last request I have.”

“Dammit! What do you want? Money? Out with it!” Sinclair’s desperation started to leach back into his voice, and the satisfaction was almost equal to the way he’d felt holding Rebecca down on the couch just before he’d fucked her in the man’s house.

“I don’t want your money. I want everything. First things first though, you own three subsidiaries based out of Hong Kong, Seoul, and Mumbai. You’re going to sell them.”

“Are you insane?” The fucker was shouting again.

“Maybe,” Adam conceded before he continued, “but that should concern you since I’ve got a particular blonde locked in a room just one door away. You have eight hours to sell them and return the documents as instructed. You’ll receive the offer packet by courier within the hour. Consider the five-hundred dollars restitution for what I’m doing to her.”

“I’m not selling you my companies! I’m not doing anything for you! You will return Rebecca and—”

Adam laughed, cutting off the idiot’s tirade. “Now you have four hours to respond.”

“The board will never let me do this, you’re asking the impossible!”

“Two hours, and if you haven’t responded by then I’ll send another video of Rapunzel.”

“You don’t understand. I can’t do what you’re asking! Listen—”

“Clock is ticking, Sinclair.” With the press of a button, the call ended and he leaned back in the chair, swiveling side to side before double-checking the program that had bounced the signal through so many digital gateways on so many continents that they’d never find the real source. With a swipe, he navigated to the timer and started it.