by Dara Nelson
“Selena, town is an hour away, by the time I got him back here – well, you wouldn’t have enough time.”
Selena stared at Stryker with hatred in her eyes, “Are you telling me my choices are to fuck you or to die? You’ve got to be kidding me,” she groaned as she paced the length of the room. Suddenly she stopped and looked him up and down, “This probably wouldn’t work anyways because this only helps me if I have a bunch of orgasms and I seriously doubt you could make me come.”
Now that pissed him off, “Pleasing you would not be a problem, Selena, you’d have orgasms that would have your toes curling, believe me,” he growled as he stalked to the door and pounded his fist on it, “Let me out Tyler.”
“Where are you going?” she mumbled.
“I have to think for a minute, Selena. I’ll be back, I’ll take care of this, you are not going to die, but just give me a few minutes to gather my thoughts,” he said as he stepped out through the door, locking eyes with Tyler as he did. Tyler re-locked the door and caught up with him on the steps, “It could be a trick, Sir. You know her sister said absolutely no sex during her incarceration,” he said.
“I know that, Tyler. But we’ve all heard how painful her transformations have become, you can’t deny that. Hell, the staff even begged to leave this time because they couldn’t stand to listen anymore, and God knows the crap they’ve heard in this house before without complaint.”
“Yes, you’re right, Sir, but her history, you know she’s always manipulating, always playing some sort of game, why should we think it’s any different this time?”
“Because this time she was crying, Tyler. When has that woman ever cried?” She’s scared. I didn’t think she was scared of anything. Look, stay outside her door. I’m going to my room for a minute. I’ll be right back.”
“Yes, sir” Tyler said as he turned and went back down the stairs.
Stryker walked to his room, closed the door then leaned his back against the door as he mumbled, “Son of a bitch, Stryker, you are an idiot if you do this.”
He stomped forward and threw his jacket onto the bed, “But if you don’t, and she dies, do you want to be the one to call Tess and tell her that her sister is dead and that she died on your watch?”
He walked over and stared at his reflection in the mirror over his dresser, “How the hell did you manage to get yourself into the one situation that you swore you wouldn’t get into you fucking moron?”
He cursed as he turned away and headed towards the door, knowing what he had to do but not knowing how or if he would be able to go through with it…..
