Chapter 2 Nanny-Cam Replay
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Madison woke up sore, sticky, and suddenly furious with herself.There was hickeys on every part of her body: dried streaks on her skin, faint bruises on her hips and neck, an ache between her thighs that pulsed with every small movement.
Last night had felt electric in the moment of wild, overwhelming but in the cold light of morning, it hit her like a slap.
She’d let a stranger, her new boss, record her, use her, f*cked her like she was his s*x doll.
And she’d begged for it.What the hell was wrong with her?
She dragged herself out of bed, and into the bathroom with every muscle in her body protesting. The clock read just before seven.
She took a shower and threw on the dress from the agency suitcase—the skimpiest one, because apparently that was all they thought she needed and headed downstairs, cursing herself.
Liam was already at the kitchen island in Spider-Man pajamas, happily eating Cocoa Puffs.“Who are you!” he asked when he saw Madison walking towards the kitchen and his mouth full of cereal.
" I'm Madison your new nanny and you must be Liam" she answered with a smile.
Liam nodded happily "Hello Miss Maddie"
"What happened to your neck". Liam asked with his eyes bulging with curiosity.
Hunter waled in and leaned against the counter in black swim trunks, coffee in one hand, phone in the other. He smirked when he saw her and did that slow, frightening scan that made her skin prickle.
“Morning, babysitter,” he said, voice low and satisfied.
"Hey Dad, I was asking what happened to miss Madison's neck" Madison answered quickly before Hunter could say something embarrassing "It's just a little accident"
"You heard her that answers your question."
"Go upstairs and take a shower Liam."
Liam jumped down the counter pouting and protested.
"Upstairs now" he sprang upstairs before his father could say anymore words. Madison just stood by and said nothing but staring at hunter with disgust. She crossed her arms over her chest, suddenly hyper-aware of how little her dress covered.
He walked towards her and tapped his phone. The huge TV in the living room came to life.
The security footage of last night was showing crystal clear, in slow motion just enough to be humiliating.There she was bent over the counter with her shorts lying around her ankles, her ponytail grabbed by him with her face twisted in unmistakable pleasure.
Madison’s stomach churned. Hunter’s smirk was lazy, confident. “Sound’s muted. You put on quite the performance Madison.
”Her face burned. “Turn it off.”
He stood rooted in the same spot. “Why? You look good on camera.”
"Turn it off you monster” Her voice shook, but she held his gaze.
“And delete it, Right now.”He raised an eyebrow. “Delete it?”
“Yes. I’m not joking, Mr. Cunningham. That’s my body.
My privacy. You don’t get to keep that.” He set his coffee down slowly. “You didn’t seem to mind last night.”
“Last night I wasn’t thinking straight.” She stepped closer, voice low so Liam wouldn’t hear the commotion downstairs.
“I’m thinking clearly now. Delete it. every single one of it.”He studied her for a long moment, something unreadable flickering in his eyes. “No?”
“I said no.” His tone hardened. “You walked in here knowing exactly what this was. You begged for it, Madison. Don’t act shy now.”Her hands clenched into fists.
“I begged because you made me feel like it" She cut herself off.
“This isn’t a game. I’m not your toy. Delete the video, or I’m calling the agency and leaving today.”He didn’t flinch. Just stared at her, his jaw tightened.
“You think you can just threaten me to walk out?” he asked quietly. “After everything?” “I’m not threatening,” she said. “I’m telling you. I don't want to feel like a secret porn star.”
For a second, she thought he might back down. Then his expression shut down completely and his eyes full of hatred.
“Fine,” he said. “Have it your way.”He tapped his phone again. The TV went black. But he didn’t delete anything. She could tell.
She turned to leave the kitchen, her heart pounding.
His hand shot out and closed around her wrist not bruising, but firm enough that she couldn’t pull away.
"Guest wing. Second door on the left,” he said, with voice low and dangerous. “Now.”
“Let go of me please” she begged.
"Get moving now Madison. Or I carry you.”
She yanked her arm, but his grip didn’t budge. She had no choice, so she agreed.
He marched her down the hall, past the stairs, to a door.
It looked like the other elegant, expensive part of the mansion but when he opened it, she saw it was a small sitting room turned temporary lockup:containing a plush couch, no windows to the outside, a private bathroom, but the door had a keypad lock on the inside frame.
“What the hell is this?” she asked with fright.
“Time out,” he said flatly. “You want to throw a tantrum? You can do it in here.”
“You can’t lock me in a room you kidnapper!”
“I just did.”
He pushed her inside roughly, and decisively then he stepped back. The door was shut with a soft click. She heard the beep of the keypad.
She pounded on the door. “Hunter! Open this door right now!”
His voice came through, calm and unmoved. “You’ll stay in there until you calm down and remember who you’re talking to.”
“This is insane! You can’t keep me a prisoner!”
“You’re not a prisoner. You’re an employee who forgot her place. When you’re ready to apologize and behave, I’ll let you out.”
She kicked the door hard enough to hurt her foot. “I’m not apologizing for wanting basic respect!”
“Then get comfortable.”
Then he walked away with heart full of satisfaction.
She yelled again. Pounding until her hands hurt. Tried kicking down the door a dozen times.
Nothing happened.
Eventually, she sank onto the couch, breathing hard, tears of pure rage stinging her eyes. Unknowingly to her, the door was soundproof.
She was trapped.
And Hunter Cunningham wasn’t letting her go anywhere until she was f*cked.
She hugged her knees to her chest, her dress suddenly feeling ridiculous, and glared at the locked door.
She had to find a way to bust her self out and run for her safety.
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