Caught In The Shadow [Jenlisa]

Chapter Thirty -

Lisa

- ww –

Two in the morning. I stood outside Kitten's door absorbing the knowledge I didn't have much of a choice in what had to happen next. After my confrontation with Felipe I'd spent the day going through my room. I'd found several cameras and still could not be certain I'd found them all. Felipe was a sick bastard, an obvious voyeur with no sense of decency or shame.

I had half expected someone to try and stop me from shattering every lens I found, but no one did. In fact, everyone had stayed away from me. I wasn't sure if it was a good thing. I would have loved to take my frustration out on someone.

After Ihe was reasonably sure I'd done away with the cameras, I thought long and hard about everything Felipe could potentially know. The answers were nauseating. I'd found cameras in the shower, discreetly hidden in the vent. What I'd assumed to be a screw holding the lights above the bathroom mirror had turned out to be a camera. Felipe had them everywhere. He'd seen me masturbate, fuck, and even punish myself.

I decided I'd kill Felipe when the time was right. For now, Felipe held strong cards and I had none to play. Jiyong would be returning tomorrow night. He would want to see Kitten and make sure she was ready. He would want me and Kitten to return to Pakistan with him and prepare for the auction in Karachi.

It was all coming to an end and there was nothing I could do to prevent the inevitable. There was nothing I could do unless I was prepared to surrender everything I knew, perhaps even my very life. I had struggled too long and fought too hard to survive. Forfeiting now was unacceptable.

I opened the door slowly and entered Kitten's room. I noticed immediately she hadn't turned on her nightlight which was uncharacteristic of her and made the room unusually dark. I took a moment to adjust to the dark though I didn't really need it. I'd been in her room enough times to have memorized the layout. I came close to the bed and heard Kitten breathing. For a moment I thought about leaving the room and letting her sleep in peace, but I steadied myself – it had to be now.

I opened the curtains and let the moonlight come spilling into the room and onto her sleeping form. I studied her intently and noticed her eyes were red and puffy. Her body was wrapped around one pillow and her hair lay across another, the comforter pulled up to her chin. I reached out and touched her hair. Kitten sighed fretfully and buried herself deeper in her blanket.

"Be gentle," she'd said, as I'd looked into her eyes earlier. I lifted a corner of the comforter and encountered her naked shoulder and a little lower, her bare back and ribs.

"If only I could be," I whispered into the dark, certain she couldn't hear me. I threw back her blanket and lust tugged sharp in my belly.

Kitten woke, startled and naked, before she sat up and covered herself with a pillow. "What's going on?" She rubbed her eyes.

"Come with me," I said with enough bravado to let her know I was in no mood for protests. She hesitated for only a moment, then cast the pillow aside and stood in front of me with a questioning expression. I looked into her eyes steadily and saw the questions disappear as she looked toward her feet.

"Come on," I said and walked to the door with her trailing close behind. They walked down the hallway in silence, which was both better and worse, I thought. I glanced back expecting to see her eyes wandering, but she seemed more preoccupied with her own shivering.

"Are you cold?" I asked. I stepped down the stairs.

"A little, Master," she replied smoothly. I stopped for a moment, surprised at her address, then continued walking.