Twisted

Chapter 13: Boats and Favors

My panic attack seemed to have softened him a little because he treats me like glass for the rest of the day. He tenderly carries me around the house as if I'd break at any moment. 

After breakfast, Spencer brings me to his movie room, which I didn't know existed, and insists that we watch a movie together. To my surprise, he lets me choose what to watch, but only on the condition that I let him cuddle me. As if I really had a choice in that matter. 

That night, I decide I need to figure out where the heck I am. The only way to do so is either to get my hands on a map or to ask Spencer. I come up with an idea.

"Spencer?" I call out. 

"Yes my princess?" he pops his head from the bathroom with a concerned expression.

"Can we go for a boat ride tomorrow?"

"A boat ride?" he asks, his face showing surprise and intrigue.

"Yeah, I've always wanted to go on a boat and I figure you had once considering we're on an island." 

"I actually have three," he grins. I swallow the distaste in my mouth.

"Well can we?" I ask with my best puppy dog eyes. 

He comes toward me before sitting on the bed next to me and pointing his eyebrow up at me. "Sure, but what do I get out of it?"

"My compliance and obedience for the day?"

"No. That should be a given." 

I sigh. "Well, what do you want?"  

I watch as he thinks for a while before stating, "I want a favor."

"Okay, what favor?" 

"I don't know yet, but I can cash in this favor at any time in the future and you have to do whatever I say." 

Reluctantly, I agree, "Fine."

"Perfect. Tomorrow we'll go for a boat ride."

The next morning, I head to the kitchen to prepare a picnic basket for our boating adventure. As I am washing the strawberries to later dip in the Nutella, I feel Spencer come up to hug me from behind. 

"Hey," he whispers in my ear, "Whatcha making?" 

"Some food for us on the boat. Do you have a basket I can put everything in?"

"Sure, anything for my princess," he kisses the back of my hair before wandering off to find me the basket. When he leaves the kitchen, I let out the breath I was holding.

Shortly after I finish packing our lunch, we leave for the dock. It's only a few minutes walk away and I am utterly stunned by his boats, or more accurately, yachts. 

There are three of them, each having its own long dock. The first is ginormous with three stories and a pool on the skydeck. Unlike the other two which are white, the second is grey and has two stories. The third is the smallest with only one level and no roof, but appears to be some sort of speed boat. 

It still baffles me to this day how rich this man is. When we were dating, he lived in a small apartment on the edge of town. He had cheap furniture and a TV that only worked half the time. I still can't believe he was only pretending to be broke. It kind of infuriates me. It's like he was mocking people like me.

"Which one do you want to take, babygirl?" I think for a second before choosing the middle one. I figured that a bigger boat meant more room I could hide from Spencer if need be, but the first boat was just too big. 

"Good choice. I was hoping you might choose that one." 

I immediately regret my decision when I see the name printed onto the side: The Royal Amelia. He watches me read it expecting me to smile, but instead, it makes me feel sick. I wonder how long he's had this boat. Probably years ago since apparently, he used to stalk me in high school. 

"Do you like it? I bought it with you in mind, thinking you'd like it," he gloats before climbing aboard. He holds out his hand to help me on and I accept it.

"The other two boats belong to my family, but this one is owned only by me." 

As he opens the door into the indoor portion, I notice the lavish furniture and decor inside. He motions for me to go inside and I oblige. He shows me around the several rooms on the first floor before leading me upstairs to what he calls the 'captain's area,' which consists of several cushioned benches and a steering wheel up in the front. 

As he fires up the engine and the boat starts moving, I sit on one of the benches by the boat's edge to watch as the island slowly disappears in the distance.  

After driving around for a while, Spencer stops the boat and suggests that we go for a swim. I start taking off my clothes when I catch Spencer ogling at my body. 

"Fuck, baby," he groans, clearly watching me undress. 

"What?" I turn around, oblivious to his perverse thoughts. 

"Your bathing suit, baby," he comes up to me, grabbing my hips and pressing them into his. 

"You're the one that picked it out for me," I awkwardly reply while pushing him away. Spencer had insisted that I wear one of the bikinis he bought me and I obliged, not wanting to pick a fight. He had chosen a black triangle bikini with a thong bottom. It was far more revealing than I was used to, but I didn't want to argue for it would ruin my plan. 

Spencer leans down, latching his plump lips onto my exposed skin. 

"Hey stop, you're gonna leave a hickey," I plead. He pulls away to look me in the eye with a sly expression. 

"That's the idea, princess," he says before returning to his assault on my neck and collarbone. "This way, everyone will know you're mine." 

"Everyone? I thought you said we're the only ones on the island." 

"There's a chance we may bump into another boat. I don't want any other guy getting any bad ideas once they see how hot you look in this bikini," he explains before roughly squeezing my butt.

Disgusted, I immediately push him away but he catches my wrist and pulls me back, wrapping his arms around me in a tight embrace to prevent me from moving. I just stand there, my arms limply hanging by my side. 

"Are we going swimming or not?" I mutter in frustration. 

"Yes, my angel. Let's go swimming." 

After we've both slipped into the water, I can't help but shiver at the coldness. 

"This water is freezing," I comment under my breath.

"Do you want to huddle together for warmth, baby girl?" he teases.

"I'll pass. Just give me a second to get used to the cold." 

After a few minutes, my body adjusts, and soon the water actually feels really good as it is super hot outside. 

I feel free in the water, and I enjoy swimming about and pretending that Spencer isn't only a few feet away. 

"Where are we anyway? What ocean is this?" I ask.

"It's the Pacific Ocean." 

"Are we near Hawaii?" I ask, hoping he doesn't catch onto my plan. 

"No, much more south. Why are you asking though? You better not be--"

"No reason. I'm just curious," I cut him off before he gets angry. He gives me a suspicious look. 

"Even if you were trying to escape using a nearby island, you couldn't. The other islands nearby are either private islands like mine or uninhabitable due to venomous snakes or insects. There isn't a mainland for miles and miles, sweetheart."

I turn myself around in the water, scanning the shoreline. In fact, I do see several islands in the distance. I wonder which ones are private islands and which are the dangerous ones. I suppose I could try and escape to one of the private islands to ask for help. I'm sure the occupants there would be willing to help me at least let me use a phone. Not all these rich people are assholes like Spencer. However, I don't know which ones are private islands and which ones are uninhabitable. It would be a gamble if I ever had the opportunity to escape to one of these islands. 

Engrossed in my thoughts, I don't register the dark fin protruding from the water until it's only meters away.