But deep inside, a flicker of fire remained.
I wasn’t broken.
Not yet.
Becca tended to my cuts and welts without saying much because there was a camera in the bathroom, of course. When she was finished applying the medicine, we walked into the kitchen. We were both still naked, our embarrassment long gone. Even my friend didn't flinch.
I checked out her cheek where the asshole struck her, but there wasn't any bruising, just a slight red mark.
Hector was already sitting at the table waiting for us. He smiled, as if nothing had just happened.
"As you can see, I put pads on my chairs. I don't want any pussy snot on my furniture."
I felt the heat on my cheeks. I looked over at Beck and saw she was blushing as well. How humiliating. If he doesn't want discharge on his ugly chairs, then maybe he should put clothes on us.
Asshole!!
He looked at Becca and pointed to the seat next to him.
"You sit there."
Becca sat nervously, tightening her fists at her sides. I think she was afraid he was going to smack her again.
He gestured to me.
"You sit over there," he said, pointing to the chair on the opposite side of him.
I did as I was told. My ass was sore, so thank god for the cushion, and right now my stomach was rumbling. All I wanted to do was dig into the delicious food in front of me. My mouth watered.
It smelled amazing. There was American cuisine set on the table. Roasted chicken, potatoes, green beans, hot dinner rolls, baked ham and chocolate cake. My fucking stomach started growling as the scent drifted by my nose. We had eaten barely anything for two days.
Just the soggy ass sandwiches from the van.
Hector rose from his seat. He grabbed Becca's plate first and filled it up with a little of everything, and set it in front of her. The dickhead then walked over to where I sat, grabbed my plate and went over to the stove. He lifted the lid off the small saucepan sitting on the burner, grabbed a big spoon and put a huge glob of sticky crap on my dish.
The fucking loser walked back over to the table with a shit-eating grin on his smug face and placed it in front of me.
"This was made special for you, green eyes. It's oatmeal. When you stop running your smart mouth and behave yourself, you may eat the good stuff."
He smirked, caressing my arm.
"You will eat it as is, and if you can change that fucking attitude of yours tomorrow, Imightlet you have some bacon and eggs with me and your little friend. Now eat up. You both have twenty minutes to finish, then you will shower and be put to bed for the night."
My lips pressed together tightly, hating every inch of this asshole. I felt the tears prick my eyes, but I didn't allow them to fall. I would not let this ass-wipe win. Scooping a huge spoonful of the nasty cement-like slop, I shoved it in my mouth and swallowed it.
I almost gagged at the consistency and taste of the vile stuff, but forced it down with great difficulty. If there had been some sugar and milk added in, I would have enjoyed it, but the cruel bastard made me eat it plain, cold and just disgusting. I glanced over at Becca. She took small bites and ate her meal slowly, never looking up from her plate.
I was so hungry, I actually thought I would lose control and swipe some chicken from her. I stopped myself for two reasons. The first being that I didn't want to be punished again, and the second, because it was humiliating.
I stuffed my aching belly with the glue-like substance, then washed it down with two huge swigs of water. Myfriend still had a good amount of food left when Hector snapped his fingers, grabbing our attention.
"Okay, ladies, time's up. You will be on a strict schedule during your stay here. If you cannot follow the rules, you will be whipped with ten lashes on whichever part of your body I choose." He clapped his hands.
"Let's go. Up on your feet. Get into the shower, both of you. I don't want any talking or goofing around. You have fifteen minutes to clean up, then it's bedtime."
We jumped to our feet, not wanting to piss him off. As we walked toward the bathroom, a woman entered the apartment. Beck and I were still naked. I instinctively wanted to cover myself with my arms, but knew better. The devil would beat me with his strap, so I stopped myself. The mystery guest managed a smile and walked to the kitchen, where Hector was.
Becca and I just ignored her and jumped into the shower. We didn't exchange any pleasantries, as instructed by the slimeball in the other room.
