I belonged to him, and he could do what he pleased with me. I wasn’t just a pawn in this game. I was the ragdoll hostage, with no hope of ever being released.
Chapter 2
Oakley
I had long since lost track of the number of days I had been here, let alone told to call the manSir.There was no way to mark when the sun came up, since some days I was choked out, forced to sleep, and missed several sunrises and sunsets.
If my voice even worked, it surely would be broken by now with how many times Sir’s hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing whatever was possibly still there.
The only good thing about wearingprettythings, Sir hadn’t choked me. He hadn’t wrapped a thick hand around my throat, cutting off the air and circulation. Heck, the bruises were starting to fade, which was an odd thing to see in the mirror after a quick but thorough shower. My hair was dark with water that dripped atop my shoulders, the towel doing little to stop the rivets.
Today, Sir told me to wash everything, and that included scrubbing the bottom of my feet. He had given me a small round container of sugar scrub, which left behind a sweet scent coating my skin. I did have to admit, my skin had never been so soft as it was right then.
It was strange to be so clean, too. All of the times before, I barely got enough cold water to wash my hair and body of whatever grime had collected in a week or two. It wasn’t often I got warm showers, so I knew something was up.
The other products on the counter that Sir left for me would go unused. I didn’t know what to do with any of those items. It was a bit strange that he even bought them, as my needs or wants never mattered to him before. Sir didn’t care about my well-being.
Shaking the thoughts away, I quickly finished drying off the best that I could before putting on clothes. Another skirt, this time in grays and black, along with a short-sleeved dark pink shirt. There was also a knitted open sweater-like thing that I put on over the top.
With a sigh, hating the fact that I had to pull on the underwear that rubbed up my crack, I did as I was expected to do.
The skirt fell to the floor as a hard knock sounded on the door. I jerked, then a moment later opened the door, coming face to chest with Sir.
“Get your ass to your room,” he barked.
Hurring, I did as he said. The material of the skit swished around my legs, causing me to stumble as I entered my room.
I stopped in front of my dresser, waiting for more orders. I wasn’t sure what I did wrong this time.
“Turn and lift your bottoms,” Sir said, closing the door behind him and caging us both in.
That little action spoke more than words ever could. I was caged in this room with a monster. There was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.
My heart felt heavy, unsure of what was to come.
Sir snapped his fingers, and I grabbed the material, bunching it up as I turned my back on him. My skin crawled as my butt came bare to the room.
A warm hand cupped a cheek, almost in a tender type of motion. But nothing with this man was tender. He was rough, mean, and demanding.
I jerked when his other hand landed on the other cheek, pulling both parts away from one another. The string that was up my crack pushed more into my skin at the movement, and I gritted my teeth at the feeling.
“Bend over.”
Hiking the skirt up more as I bent over the top of the dresser, I leaned as much of my upper body over the hard surface as I could. At that position, it pushed my butt out, giving Sir more access to a part of me that he’d forgone touching thus far.
Turning my head towards the left, I shifted enough to pull up one of my arms that dug into my ribs, placing it next to my mouth.
It took everything in me to keep my breathing even and my heart rate calm.
I should be used to treatment such as this. I was more than enough used to being naked in front of this man while he looked me up and down like he couldn’t figure out if I was eatable or garbage. It was always a mix any time he eyed me like that.
“Someone will surely enjoy you,” he muttered to himself as a thumb began to swipe around my back entrance.
I shivered, not able to help it as he pressed harder into me. My body didn’t give way at the touch, instead, it tensed up, preparing for the pain that was sure to come.
My entire body jerked as something cold splashed along my crack. Sir laughed, massaging the liquid into my crack and pressing a digit into my hole.
I held my breath, forcing the tears to stay away. Crying never got me anywhere. I learned that early on. All it did was make Sir angrier.
