A suck. Then another, as if even in his sleep he wasn’t sure about the new object. But after a few long seconds, Oakley settled again, sucking the pacifier.
It took me a few minutes before I was able to pull myself away. I knew, logically, that Oakley wasn’t going to go anywhere. He had nowhere to go, even if he tried to run off. Not to mention, he really wouldn’t make it far.
Three days, and he was a frightened animal. Afraid to do anything. Well, except trying to get that certain type of book. Which wasn’t in reach anymore.
But, I was still sure he was up to something, despite the deer-in-the-headlights look he’s had.
Chapter 16
Oakley
I rubbed at my eyes, trying and failing to clear away the itchy dryness. It did no good, only causing them to itch more. It didn’t help that I felt more tired than I did when I went to bed the night before.
Which was normal when the monsters got to me.
What did they do to me this time?
Sucking, I paused.
That wasn’t a thumb.
I pulled up my hand, seeing in fact, that I wasn’t sucking on my thumb. It was currently bandaged up, ten times better than the first time.
Did the monsters break it? Was that why?
I blinked, trying to remember what may, or may not, have happened.
There was pain. There was voices. There was scratching and knocking. One even was on me, touching me. The only difference this time, was the touch was warm. It wasn’t bone chilling cold.
Sucking again, I paused, holding my body still.
Monsters never offered comfort. They’d leave me cold. Naked. Lonely.
So…what was in my mouth? Did I want to touch? To look?
My heart beat too quickly in my chest, breathing slightly labored as I forced my body to not move.
Was it possible a monster was still in this room? They didn’t come get me in the daylight time, but maybe at this house, it was different. Maybe the monsters wanted to lure me into safety so they could pounce at a time I didn’t expect.
But that didn’t explain why my thumb was wrapped.
Had Sabastain come in and saved me? Or had he found me, after the monsters were done, and patched me up?
Sir never patched me up. He liked seeing the marks on my body. He enjoyed it, so much so, he’d sometimes play with himself while he looked at me.
A shiver of disgust rose up along my spine.
Yeah, not something I wanted to think about ever again.
Pulling myself from the bed, leaving my thoughts there, I padded towards the bathroom. My tongue ran along the thing in my mouth, feeling the rubbery texture. My teeth easily bit into it. It was soft, giving away to the force of my tongue pushing it around.
I refused to look in the mirror until after I washed my hands. And even then, I slowly lifted my eyes.
My face was a mess. Scratches from long nails had cut into my skin, leaving red claw marks and sharp bruises along my checks.
Dried tears followed the path, stinking to my skin when I tried to move my mouth. But that only drew my attention to the thing that I was sucking on.
Dark blue, with a white star in the middle around a hook like handle. Sucking again, it moved at the motion.
