I follow on autopilot. I hear him start the sink, and I push my jeans down and use the restroom, not even caring that he’s in here with me. Why be shy now? I attacked him after I saw what he did to that man. In front of Kashton and Saint. Why was I so stupid? Now they think of me as any other dumb bitch who lets a dick control them.
Aren’t I?
He says jump, and I ask how high. He tells me to crawl, and I say yes sir. Needing to be that good girl for him. Wanting to show I can be the best whore he’s ever had. Am I still here because the Lords told me to be or because I want to be?
The lines are nonexistent at this point.
I finish up and go to stand at the other sink. I wash my hands and find myself just staring at my shoes.
He turns to face me and takes my still wet hands. His are now clear of the blood from the basement, but cuts and bruises are already forming. I realize that my hands are shaking.
“Hey, you’re okay,” he says.
My eyes start to sting, and I bite my bottom lip. Why the fuck am I being like this? I’m not an emotional girl. I cry when I’m mad, but I’m not even sure what I feel right now.
“Charlotte?” His hands drop mine to cup my face, and I pull away, stepping back. But he reaches out, places his hands in my hair, and holds me captive. He’s not rough or hurting me, but I also can’t pull away. “Talk to me, doll face. Are you hurting anywhere? Can I get you anything?”
I lick my lips nervously, hating how his pretty blue eyes search mine as if he can see how confused I am. I try to shake my head, but his hands prevent it.
“Use your words,” he demands in that tone that has my legs shaking for another reason.
“No,” I manage to say around the knot that has lodged in my throat. “I’m…okay.”
He sighs and lets go of my hair, running his hands through it. “I’ll have Devin come and look at you.”
“I said I’m fine,” I snap defensively.
He frowns, confused by my mood swings, and honestly, I can’t explain them either. I’ve seen a different side of him since I’ve been sent the videos by the Lords. And how he saved me tonight. But I have to remind myself that he did it because I’m his toy. If I’m dead, he doesn’t get to play with me.
“You’ll be safe up here. The door automatically locks the moment it shuts. It requires my fingerprint or a code.”
My stomach sinks at the thought of him leaving me. A part of me wants to jump him like I did in the basement and beg him to fuck me. The other wants to punch the fuck out of him for making me feel safe. Maybe I can do both? “How long will you be gone?” I decide to ask instead.
“I’m not sure,” he answers honestly, and I let out a huff.
His frown deepens, and I take a step back, needing space to breathe. I can still taste that man’s hand on my mouth, and the thought of vomiting still lingers. I want him to kiss me again and make it go away. I want his hands holding me down while he tells me I’m such a good little whore and I can take it. To come all over his cock just so he can flip me over and fuck my ass.
“You can take a shower if you want.” It’s as if he knows I feel dirty. “I have clothes in the closet that you can change into. Wear whatever you want.”
A knock on his door makes me jump. My teeth clench when he notices. I have to get my shit together.
He walks over to the door and opens it. “Haidyn, I got your text.”
Jesus!How many people has he texted?
He allows the man to enter and shuts the door behind him. Haidyn begins explaining what happened in the bathroom at the gas station, and the guy I know as Devin suggests I sit down onthe couch. I do so to please them both. I don’t have the energy to fight them right now. The adrenaline has worn off, and I’m getting tired. And I guess any hope I had of getting fucked is dead since we’re no longer alone.
Devin looks me over, shining a light in my eyes and feeling around my head and throat before he gives me some pain reliever and says everything looks good. That I might have a headache, some bruising, and be sore. But I wasn’t raped or beaten unconscious. Who knows what the man had planned for me.
Haidyn’s cell rings, and he pulls it out of his pocket. “I have to take this,” he tells Devin, who shoos him away as he speaks to me. I ignore him and watch Haidyn step out onto the balcony. I try to hear what he’s saying.
“Yeah, she’s okay…thanks, man…yeah, I’m at Carnage…he’s looking her over now. Yeah, I’ll meet you down there…” He nods to himself and hangs up.
As he enters the room again, I drop my eyes to the floor, hoping he doesn’t notice I was listening. He obviously wanted privacy, but he should have stepped out of the room completely. Maybe he doesn’t want to leave me alone. No. That’s just me thinking he actually cares. He’s about to leave me to go to the basement.
“Everything looks good,” Devin reassures him once again.
“Thanks, man.” They do a bro handshake half hug, and he walks Devin to the door, letting him out before closing it and coming to kneel in front of me. “I’m going downstairs. I’ll be back soon, and we’ll head home, okay?”
