She crosses her arms around herself and starts rocking back and forth.
“I begged… I came…”
I grab her wet face, forcing her attention back on mine while Saint calls Devin to give him a heads-up that we’re coming. “Listen to me. You didn’t have a choice, Eve,” I remind her. The poor thing isn’t listening. Is she in shock?
She begins to gag.
“Eve.” I sit up and grab her wet hair off her shoulders and chest. She’s about to get sick.
EVERETT
Nineteen years old
I sit cross-legged in the center of the concrete room. Waiting. Always waiting and alone.
I’m so lonely.
The sound of the door creaks open and a figure enters. “Hey, dolly.”
He’s come to visit me. I almost smile.
Kneeling down in front of me, he pushes my hair back from my face. “They said you wanted to see me.” He runs his thumb over my cracked lips, and Ipart them, but he pulls them away and I whimper. I wanted to taste them so badly. I’m starving.
His laughter fills my room.
“She’s making good progress,” a woman’s voice says. She comes and goes, only visiting to see how I’m doing.
“Told you.” He stands.
“Keep it up,” she states and walks out.
When he begins to follow her, I say, “Pl-ease?” My voice is rough from lack of conversation. I don’t know how long I’ve been in here alone. In the dark. I’m going crazy. I keep seeing a figure standing right outside my room. I talk to her, but she just stares back at me. Her eyes judging and her lips frowning in disappointment. It’s my imaginary friend. She’s followed me here, but she no longer speaks to me. Just hovers and stares.
He gets my attention. “What do you want, Eve? Hmm? Want me to fuck you?”
“Yes…please.” This is what he wants, but it’s what I want too. I have this itch between my legs. I need him to help me. He’s the only one who can. No one else touches me but him.
He kneels once more and grips my chin. “Come on, Eve. Beg me to fuck your cunt. Tell me you want to come.”
“I want to come. Please let me come. I’ve been a good dolly.” I try to reach out to him, but I can’t. I’m strapped in a straitjacket. It’s tight and my arms have gone numb. Or they no longer exist, I’m not sure. Haven’t been able to use them in days. I got in trouble and was strapped in this for punishment.
“I’ll tell you what. You suck my cock really good, and I’ll let you come. How’s that sound?”
I lean forward, parting my lips for him, needing him.
He lowers his zipper and pulls out his dick. His hand slaps me across the face, and I cry out from the sting on my cheek. Gripping my hair, he yanks my head back and shoves his cock into my mouth, gagging me.
I lean over, my hands on the tile. My abs tighten as my body strains while I vomit on the shower floor.
“You’re okay, Eve.” Kashton’s hand softly rubs my back, and I close my watery eyes.
“Such a good dolly.”
I do it again at the memory of his voice. For so long I was able to block him out. Maybe it was the drugs they forcibly shot me up with, or maybe I was just good at denial.
“Get her something to wear,” I hear Kashton order over my dry heaving.
“I’m sorry.” I sniff as drool runs from my parted lips. I spit it onto the shower floor and add, “I…didn’t know.”
