Chapter 6
Oakley
I was afraid to move. Afraid to breathe.
My head swam, beating to its own tune as my stomach spun.
I wasn’t in my bed. I wasn’t cold, either. And everything hurt.
Keeping my breathing as even as I possibly could, my eyes closed, I tried to take stalk of where I was, and what my body currently felt.
I lay on something soft, my body melting into the material. Was I possibly in Sir’s bed? I’d been there a few times, but never to sleep for hours on end. He liked me close sometimes, to hurt me every time I would slip into sleep.
Sucking on my thumb harder, I braved opening my eyes. Nothing in the room was familiar. The clean scent should have alerted me to that, but my nose was slightly stuffy, and my eyes were blurry, as I blinked things into focus.
Moving just a bit, the soft blanket wrapped around my legs wasn’t normal either. I was used to sleeping without clothes on, as it was one of Sir’s rules sometimes.
Shifting, my entire body was like a live wire. Every small movement hurt. My butt ached as I turned to lay on my back. I quickly moved back to my side, tears springing to my eyes.
Forcing my breathing to stay even, I stopped moving. Tucking my hands against my chest, forcing myself to not suck on my thumb again, I tried to stop the tears.
If Sir showed up and saw me crying like a baby, he’d put a diaper on me again. A few weeks ago, he’d done just that when I couldn’t stop crying from being in pain. The stomach pain after he gave me some sort of relaxer had twisted up my insides in a horrible way.
“If you’re gonna cry like a baby, then you’ll be treated as one,” he’d barked, forcing me to lay on my back before putting some sort of plastic around my lower body. “Babies don’t get bathroom privileges. So enjoy sitting in your crap all day.”
That plastic had stuck to my skin and did nothing to catch my bodily fluids when my body gave in to letting go.
I’d lay there in my filth for hours, not able to leave my room as Sir had locked it. He had threatened to make me wear one again but for longer next time.
The first time was bad enough. I’d rather take his hits over that again.
Sniffing, I slowly blinked the room only slightly blurry as the sun shined into the room from a window somewhere.
I wasn’t sure where I was, and the night before was hazy at best. I remembered Sir making sure I was clean andpretty. A shudder went through me, remembering the fingers checking to make sure I washed every part of my body. Sir wanted me to be good, to make a good impression on someone. But who?
“You’re awake. Good.” I jerked, then winced as I moved.
My gaze looked at the man not far away before it moved elsewhere.
Who was he? What did he do to me?
I couldn’t remember. I couldn’t remember much after some sort of pill Sir had me take.
“I…sorry. You’re okay.” He moved closer before bending down to be at eye level with me. He was too close.
I flickered my eyes to his face before giving up and looking off to the side. His brown eyes were full of concern, which was strange. That didn’t sit right with me.
Had I made a fool of myself? Did I not please him? What was Sir going to do to me when he found out?
“I have a few questions,” he kept his voice soft as if I was going to run off if he spoke any louder. “Simple yes or no ones. I need you to answer me, alright?”
I nodded once, keeping my eyes pinned to his shoulder.
“Is your name Oakley?” A nod. But I’d be whatever he wanted to call me. “Are you eighteen?” I lifted a shoulder. That question sounded vaguely familiar, but I couldn’t place it. “Last question, honey. How many pills did Donny give you?”
I could only manage to blink. My mind was blank, having no answer to that. At least one. Maybe four.
“Can you lift how many fingers?” he coaxed.
