Sitting up, I turn with my back to the headboard and my knees to my chest. It’s not because I’m modest. I’m used to being naked.
She rises up on her tiptoes, kissing his cheek. “Thank you.”
I want to roll my eyes and stab her at the same time. This bitch has got to go. He leaves us once again, closing the door softly behind him.
She sits down on the side of the bed, returning to the place she sat before, and smiles at me. “See, Eve? I’m a woman who understands her purpose and knows how to succeed in a world run by men.”
By using others.
“Here.” She reaches over to the nightstand and grabs a tissue. Then she begins to blot my chin. “You’re drooling all over yourself like a rabid dog.” Her actions suggest she cares, but her condescending tone tells me otherwise.
My mouth is held wide open, there’s a rubber ball shoved behind my teeth, and my jaw already hurts. I blink back the tears I want to cry. They don’t get you anywhere. They’re a waste.
“Now where were we? Oh, yeah.” She begins to play with my hair. “I think you’d look stunning with a bob. Cut all the dead ends off. I’ll talk to your father. Have him set up an appointment. I know someone who will come here to do it for you.” She grips my shoulders that are restrained in the straitjacket and gives me a warm smile. “See, Eve? Your father brought me in to help you.There’s no reason why we can’t be friends.”
I mumble around the massive gag.
“What’s that?” She leans into me, dropping her head to try and understand what I’m saying, just like I was hoping. I take the opportunity and slam my head into hers, knocking her back.
She begins to scream for my father, and I can’t help but smile around the gag when he rushes into the room. If I’m going to be punished, I’m going to fucking earn it.
Bitch.
“What happened, for fuck’s sake?” he barks.
“She…she hit me,” the woman cries, her bloody hand covering her face.
A man comes running in, and my stomach drops. He’s the worst. “What the fuck is going on?” he demands.
“Take care of her.” My father nods toward me.
Panic grips my chest when the man grabs a hold of my hair and yanks me off the bed by it. I’m screaming around the gag while he rips pieces out. He shoves me into a room, and I trip over my feet. “Fucking bitch,” he hisses. “I don’t know why he chose to keep you.”
As I’m trying to catch my breath, he picks me up and places my body on the spanking bench. I’ve been here a lot lately. More than usual. I wish they’d go too far and just kill me.
“More fucking trouble than you’re worth.”
My arms are smashed underneath me since he’s got me face down on the bench. He picks up the rope that’s secured to the floor and wraps it around my neck to keep me from going anywhere. Then he straps my legs down with my ass up in the air.
I hear the swoosh of his belt being removed from his slacks seconds before it hits my ass. I bite down on the rubber ball gag, my breath momentarily taken away from the pain. He does it three more times, and then I see the black leather fall to the floor through my tear-filled eyes.
His heavy breathing fills the room, and I know what’s coming. He gets excited when my father puts him in charge of me. It’s a power trip for him.
“I’m not removing that gag to fuck your face because you’ll just bite my dick. And your cunt is proving to be useless lately, but your ass isn’t.”
I fight the restraints, feeling the rope tighten around my neck when I try to pull away.
The sound of him hawking a loogie makes me gag before I feel wetness on my ass. Tears run down my face, and I sob into the restricting ball shoved into my mouth.
I fucking hate them. All of them.
“You’ll break eventually, bitch. They all do.”
I’m standing in the office at the cathedral, going through files. I document everything.
The Lords don’t give a shit about what happens once the Lord is dead and the body collected, but I do. I keep records of who comes in and why, as well as whether they survive or have to be buried.
My cell vibrates on the desk, and I pick it up to read over the text.
