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04/13/2025 — Wendy

I knocked on Cedric’s door, my knuckles rapping against the wood with more force than I’d intended. My heart fluttered in my chest like a trapped bird. Gabriel’s smug face from yesterday still burned in my memory—the way he’d sauntered into our apartment, practically glowing with satisfaction as he told me he’d claimed Olivia. He hadn’t even tried to hide that it was a power play, a calculated move to force Cedric’s hand. “Your precious Cedric will have to make a choice now,” he’d said, his voice dripping with vindictive pleasure. “He can’t have both his daughter and my wife.”

The thought of what was coming made my stomach turn. Cedric would have to give me back to Gabriel, as fully as possible, anyway, since Cedric would always remain the center of my universe. The very idea disgusted me. I smoothed my blouse, trying to calm my nerves. I loved Gabriel, I reminded myself. Or I did... Before the claiming. Before everything changed. But now? Now the thought of returning to him felt like a betrayal of everything I was.

“Come in,” Cedric called, and I pushed the door open. The apartment was larger than his previous accommodation: a spacious room with two beds. But I barely registered the surroundings because my eyes immediately found Olivia, perched on the bed nearest the window. Sunlight streamed in behind her, casting her in a golden glow that seemed cruelly ironic given the circumstances.

“Wendy!” Olivia exclaimed, her face lighting up with a smile that would have fooled anyone who didn’t know better. But I did know better. I recognized the careful calculation behind her eyes, the same calculation I felt in my own expression as I smiled back. We were both playing parts in a performance, and we both knew it.

“Olivia,” I said warmly, crossing the room to embrace her. “I’ve been so worried about you.” The lie slipped easily from my lips. I hadn’t been worried about Olivia at all. I’d been worried about Cedric, about how his concern for his daughter was tearing him apart. As we hugged, there was a stiffness between us, an awareness that we were no longer what we had been to each other. Once, I had been almost a mother to her. Now, we were potential enemies bound by competing loyalties.

“I’m so glad to see you’re safe,” I continued, pulling back to look at her. “When I heard what happened… that you found your way back to your father… I was relieved. I hope that man—” I carefully avoided the word ‘owner,’ knowing it would upset Cedric “—wasn’t too rough with you.”

Olivia’s eyes met mine, and I saw the understanding there. She knew I didn’t actually care what had happened to her, just as I knew she didn’t care about it either.

“It was pretty bad,” Olivia said, her voice carefully modulated to convey just enough pain to her father to be credible without seeming traumatized. “He had other girls there. He made us do things…” She glanced at her father, then back to me. “But I’m okay now. I’m just glad to be back with Dad.” Another lie—she didn’t care about being with her father. She cared about fulfilling Gabriel’s wishes, whatever they might be.

Cedric shifted uncomfortably behind us. I could feel his unease, sense that on some level he recognized the falseness of our exchange. His eyes darted between us, brow furrowed slightly.

“I had a talk with Gabriel yesterday,” he said, running a hand through his hair. “I’ve been thinking about it all night, and we need to discuss some things.” He turned to Olivia, his expression softening slightly. “Baby, could you give us a few minutes alone? Maybe grab us some of those protein bars Duncan brought back?”

I watched Olivia’s face carefully. A flicker of unease crossed her features before she masked it with casual indifference. “I’m not really hungry,” she said, settling more firmly on the bed. “And I’m pretty tired. I can just rest here while you guys talk.”

The subtext was clear to me: she wanted to stay so she could report back to Gabriel about the details of our conversation.

Cedric’s expression hardened. “Olivia,” he said, his voice firmer now. “I need to speak with Wendy alone. Please go to the cafeteria.”

I could see the conflict in her eyes: Gabriel’s instructions versus the need to appear obedient to her father. She hesitated, then slid off the bed with forced casualness. “Fine...” She walked out, closing the door behind her with a little more force than necessary.

We both listened to her footsteps fading down the hallway before I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. Cedric and I stared at each other for a long, uncomfortable moment. The tension in the room was palpable.

“This is fucked up,” I blurted out, unable to contain myself any longer. “What Gabriel did, claiming Olivia, it’s disgusting. It’s blackmail. You can’t let him pressure you like this. He’s using your daughter as a bargaining chip!”

Cedric held up his hands, clearly not wanting to argue. “It is fucked up,” he agreed, his voice weary. “But I understand why he did it. I may have been trying to protect you, Wendy, but I still claimed my best friend’s wife. I still controlled how you behaved. I made you reject him. Now Gabriel’s made sure it won’t go any further.”

“That’s not fair!” I protested, feeling a surge of indignation on Cedric’s behalf. “You were right to protect me. Gabriel was using me like a fucktoy. He didn’t care about me at all!”

Something in Cedric’s expression darkened. “Don’t treat me like I’m stupid, Wendy,” he said, a hint of anger creeping into his voice. “You think I haven’t noticed how you keep pushing me to go against him? How you make sure I get an eyeful of your body at every opportunity, just making it subtle enough so I can’t outright call you on it? You’re not any different than all the other claimed women, and it’s pretty obvious you’re looking forward to the moment I’ll show weakness and fuck you.”

I felt my cheeks flush with heat. “That’s not… I only want to please you,” I stammered. “I’ve respected all the boundaries you set. I’ve never pushed you to do anything you didn’t want to do.”

Cedric let out a nervous chuckle that held no humor. “Get on your knees and blow me,” he said abruptly.

I blinked, momentarily stunned by the command. But my body was already moving, dropping to my knees in front of him, my hands reaching for his belt. I wasn’t sure why he was asking this now, after a week of keeping me at arm’s length, but a thrill ran through me at the chance to finally please him in the way I’d been longing to.

“Stop,” Cedric sighed as my fingers touched his belt buckle. “Stand up.”

Confused, I rose to my feet, my heart pounding. Had I done something wrong?

“That,” he said, pointing at me, “is exactly why I can understand why Gabriel did what he did. I don’t approve, I’m fucking pissed about it, but I understand.” He ran a hand over his face. “I may have been respectful with you, I may have contained myself, but at any moment I could do anything to you, and you’d happily do it. Point proven. Even when I was trying to be respectful, I was still commanding you to act the way I wanted.” His eyes met mine, filled with a mixture of frustration and resignation. “You told me yourself you didn’t care about being used as a sex toy for Gabriel. I got you to be pissed about it because I was.”

The truth of his words hit me like a physical blow. I’d just undermined my own argument by instantly obeying his command. I felt sick with the realization, caught between my desire to please Cedric and the knowledge that in doing so, I was proving his point.

“And you didn’t just do what I asked,” he continued, “Dressing provocatively, humiliating your husband in front of everyone? I never asked you to do those things.”

I bit my lip. He was right. I was secretly hoping to push Cedric over the edge, hoping that he’d forget his resolve and give in to his desire. Humiliating Gabriel, I had seen it as a way to push them away from each other, to give more reasons for Cedric to keep me for himself. Things would be so much easier if he would. I’d been sowing the seeds of temptation. I still believed I was right to do it, that it was in his best interest. I could see the desire and love in his eyes, and it hurt me so much that he continued to fight it.

“But that’s just it, Cedric,” I said, trying to keep the frustration from my voice. “Yes, everything you’re saying is true, but for God’s sake, it’s completely irrelevant to this situation. Whether or not I was alright with what Gabriel was doing to me doesn’t matter. You were horrified by it, and you were right to be.” I took a deep breath, steadying myself. “I’m not fooling myself or being manipulative when I say I know my old unclaimed self would have been horrified too. The woman I was before would never have tolerated being treated like that. I don’t care about it anymore. But you do, and I should.”

He was going to give me away against his wishes, because Gabriel was forcing his hand. Pushing his buttons now felt easy. My natural submission to him was taking a back seat to my indignation on his behalf. I couldn’t let him just surrender to the man who had forced him into this position. I wouldn’t be serving him well if I did.

I moved a step closer to him, my hands clenched at my sides. “And what Gabriel did, claiming Olivia? That’s beyond fucked up. Don’t you understand what this means? He could do anything to her now. Anything. He too could ask her to get on her knees, and she would, just as eagerly.” I searched his face, looking for some sign that he understood the gravity of what I was saying. “Aren’t you worried that he’ll be tempted? That he’ll push it too far?”

Cedric sighed, running a hand through his hair. “No, because he knows I could do the same with you,” he said, his voice heavy with resignation. “It’s a cold war, Wendy. We both have nukes, but if one of us uses them, it’s mutually assured destruction. Neither of us will cross that line because we both know what the other is capable of.”

I let out a bitter laugh. “That’s not how cold wars work, Cedric. In a cold war, there’s still war. People spy, infiltrate, put pressure, try to win behind closed doors. They don’t just give in to whatever the other side wants, especially when they know it’s fucked up.” I was pacing now, unable to contain my energy. “That’s how you lose a cold war: by giving up, by giving the enemy anything he wants. That’s what you’re doing right now, letting Gabriel have me without conditions. Why do you think Olivia wanted to stay? She’s spying on us, for him.”

The look on Cedric’s face told me he knew what Olivia was doing, but he still seemed resigned. “Just like you’re spying on Gabriel for me?” he asked quietly.

My stomach twisted. My own arguments were proving his point. What was hurting Cedric now was exactly what had been hurting Gabriel. Part of me could recognize the twisted irony, maybe a hint of genuine pity for the man I used to call my husband. But the rest of me didn’t care. I wasn’t here for Gabriel.

I stopped pacing and faced him directly. “What if he hurts me, huh? What if after a while he’s not just content with his passive fucktoy? What if he grows more violent? What if he hits me?” My voice grew more intense. “After all, he’s already thinking of me as an object. He already thinks I’m not his wife, that his wife is gone. What’s stopping him now? Where’s the limit?”

I could see my words landing. Cedric shifted uncomfortably, his brow furrowed in thought. For a moment, neither of us spoke.

“If he does that,” he finally said, his voice low, “that’s when I’ll act. I still expect you to report to me. If he crosses that line—”

“So that’s it?” I interrupted, incredulous. “I should just wait for Gabriel to hurt me before you do anything about it? When you could impose conditions right now?” I moved closer to him, my eyes locked with his. “Cedric, for now, and until they eventually find a way to free me—” I faltered slightly at that thought, “I’m yours. If you want me back in the arms of my husband, I’ll do that without hesitation, but it’s a fact that you own me. I know you feel responsible for me, and I know you’re unhappy about letting Gabriel do whatever he wants with me.”

Cedric looked away, but nodded reluctantly. “I don’t know what else to do, Wendy. I don’t see another option here.”

I moved closer still, keeping my posture friendly, non-threatening, not wanting to make him uncomfortable. But I did reach out, placing my hand gently on his arm.

“This is why you need to keep pressure on Gabriel,” I said softly. “Make sure he understands there are limits. Make sure he knows you’re watching, that you’re still in control of this situation.” My fingers tightened slightly on his arm, a gentle emphasis. “Because if you don’t, who will?”

“Alright.” His voice was gruff, but I could see the determination returning to his eyes. “What should I do then?”