Chapter THIRTY-THREE

Dane I pulled out a pair of cuffs from my back pockets and cuffed her hands. When I had taken them from my playroom on my way here, I was hoping that I would use them for something different. Not cuffing her for going against me. I couldn’t understand why she had done that. It was like she had read my mind and saw that I was still mad at her for masturbating. Honestly, I was, but I wasn’t going to make it a big deal. Maybe she had panicked and did something as insensitive as this. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I asked letting go of her cuffed hands. “Are you crazy?” She didn’t answer me. The smell of the blood on her fingers filled my nose. The familiar smell of a rusty nail irked me. I placed her hands in her lap and pushed the tray towards me. I was going to make sure that she ate everything. She stared at me in surprise as I scooped the food and brought the spoon to her face. Her lips were tightened as she looked at me. “Open up,” I ordered. Sensing that she didn’t have