Payton’s POV
I’m really f*****g sick of being in this asshole’s basement.
It’s not the basement that’s so bad, really. It’s halfway furnished, and while it’s a bit cold, damp, and clammy, it’s not quite as bad as, say, a torture chamber or a prison cell.
It’s the gag he keeps on me that really blows—that, the blindfold, and his daily visits.
For the first week or two, he tried to seduce me. Pretty f*****g ridiculous assumption of him to make, all things considered. After all, I’m a Psychic; I know when I’m being played, and I know what he’s after. And even if I wasn’t, I’m not the type of girl who spreads her legs for the guy who hit her in the head with a rock and then chained her up in his basement.
I certainly hope no one is that kind of girl, but given that he has four Subservient
