THREE

Thea POV

I sit at the table eating my damn pancake and drinking the fucking juice he is forcing down me. I am going to get fat eating and drinking this shit. I do not eat this kind of stuff. I watch him as I eat. He is a fucking pervert for sure.

I have no idea how I got myself into this crazy situation. Yes, I do. I got drunk because Craig and I broke up, and I wanted to blow off some steam. Ugh. Man, I have fucked up this time. I went from one weirdo to another.

“How are your pancakes?” he asks me.

I stare at him, squinting my eyes. “So, what is your name?” I ask him.

“You can call me daddy,” he says.

“Okay, daddy, what is your name?” I ask him again.

“Henry, my name is Henry,” he says.

“Okay, Henry, what do you want from me?” I ask him.

He reaches across the table to touch my hand. I jerk it away from him. “I only want to take care of you, sweetie,” Henry says.

“So you kidnap me because you want to take care of me. That does not make a lot of sense to me,” I say.

“Well, you are extremely self-destructive. It seems to me you need help. Besides, I think you are perfect for me. I want you to be all mine,” Henry says.

“I am not going to fuck you,” I say.

“You will in time. In time you will love me just like I love you,” Henry says.

“How can you love me? You don’t even know me,” I say to him.

“Oh, I know your type,” Henry says.

“My type, what the hell does that mean?” I ask him.

“Watch your mouth. Just eat. We can talk later,” Henry says.

I return to my food, still watching him. I wonder what he really wants with me. He probably wants me to be his sex slave or something gross. There is a knock at the door. Thank goodness. Maybe someone will help me.

Henry gets up from the table to answer the door. I do not look to see who it is, and I can hear them talking friendly. Please come in; I need help.

After a few minutes, Henry returns to the table with a man. He looks down at me. He pats me on the head. “She is adorable; where did you get her?” the man asks.

“I picked her up at the bar in Westpoint,” Henry says.

“He kidnapped me from the bar; let’s be honest here,” I say sarcastically.

The man picks me up out of my chair and spats me on the bottom. “We don’t like smart ass littles,” the man says.

My eyes get big as he turns me around to look at him. He shows me his fangs. “Are you going to be a good girl, or do I need to spat you again?” the man says.

“I will be good,” I say meekly.

He sits me back down in the chair. “Roy was that necessary?” Henry asks.

“Yes, you have to assert your dominance from the beginning, or she will make your life a living hell,” Roy says.

“I wanted to give her time to get used to her new life,” Henry says.

“She won’t if you baby her. You have to lay down the rules and enforce them from day one,” Henry says.

“Where is Debbie?” Henry asks Roy.

“I will bring her over tomorrow if this one is acting right. I do not need Debbie to have a bad influence. I have her exactly the way I want her, and I do not need anyone to fuck that up,” Roy says.

I listen to their conversation, realizing I am stuck. I have to either be compliant, or they might kill me. Maybe if he brings this Debbie person over, I can ask her about what is going on and learn more about these people.

“Are you going to be good today?” Roy asks me.

“Yes, sir,” I answer him.

“See, instant attitude adjustment. Now, lay the rules down to her and make her obey you. Please make sure you reward her well but do not bend on those rules in the beginning. You have to be strict for a while. She will hate you, but in a few weeks, she will be the perfect compliant little for you,” Roy says.

“Thanks for coming by to see her. I am very nervous about this,” Henry says.

“I will be by tomorrow with Debbie. The two can watch tv together or something. I don’t want to leave Debbie alone with her until you have control of her. I hope you understand,” Roy says.

“Completely. Maybe Debbie will be good for her,” Henry says.

“See you tomorrow,” Roy says as he exits the kitchen and leaves the house.

Henry sits down at the table. “I have finished eating, daddy,” I say to him.

“I see that. You are such a good girl,” Henry says.

I wonder how easily I can manipulate this bastard. He is so desperate to have someone I believe I can play him to my advantage and then run.

“What are we going to do today?” I ask him.

“Well, I guess we need to go over the rules and punishments of the house. I want you to be my good girl,” Henry says.

“I want that. I really do. I want to be your good girl. I need you to tell me how to be good, daddy,” I say to him.

“Well, someone has a new attitude,” Henry says.

“Yes, I think you are right. I do need someone to care for me, and I hope you can do that for me,” I say to him.

Henry takes my hand. I do not pull away from this time. He kisses the top of my hand. “I am going to be so good to you, Thea,” Henry says.