I shook my head because I wasn’t disobeying. With how weak I was, it was easy for his strong hands to yank me away but as soon as he did I held onto him, my arms around his waist. “I’m so s-sorry I fainted. Please don’t punish me. Don’t drown me. I’ll be good. I’ll be a good slave. Please. I c-can’t.” I sobbed. His fingers lifted my chin.
“I won’t drown you. But you haven’t showered in days. You need to shower.”
“Oh, thank you, sir. Thank you.”
“Let go of me.”
I obeyed and he opened the drain of the tub then peered at me, making sure I had seen him do it.
After, he held my hand, leading me into the tub, where he washed my body with a scrub as if he were ridding me of every bad deed I’d ever thought of. He rinsed me with scalding-hot water, and my skin was red all over from the aggressive wash. Then I stood in the corner, freezing while he washed himself. He stepped out first, then wrapped me in a towel after drying me.
“Sit,” he commanded after closing the lid of the toilet. I winced as he brushed knot after knot from my hair, then braided it. “Come.” Another command given to me without permission to meet his gaze, to speak a word, or make a sound. “Hands and knees.”
I couldn’t.
“I said hands and knees!”
I winced, then shook my head and cringed when I sensed him approaching.
“Do you really want to test me? Have I not been patient with all your antics? I have spoiled the crap out of you.” I winced as his loud voice attacked my ear drum.
“Sir—”
“You’re ready to see what happens to girls who don’t obey their masters? Is that what you want?”
“Please don’t do this to me again. Please. You promised you wouldn’t hurt me, and that’s all you’ve done.” I bit my lip.
“You don’t seem to understand, Little One. This is your only purpose in life. This is all you’re good for, and you like it?—”
“No. No, don’t say that. Please, don’t say that.”
His palm crashed against my breast. The force reverberated to the bone, and at the surface, it stung, making me hiss and devolve. Immediately I covered them with my arm. “You think I didn’t feel you come every time I added a finger to that ass?—”
What he was saying was so alarming and inaccurate that I dared meet his gaze. “That’s not true. I didn’t?—”
He chuckled, and my cheeks burned from the blushing.
“You think you can defy me? Lower your arm!”
Another slap to my breasts, this time with much more force. I placed my arms over them, to protect myself. “That’s not what I’m trying to do. Please?—”
“Yet you dare lift your arms again. You think you can stand here and call me a liar?” he yelled, then whispered, “Put your arms down, or I swear to God, I may just kill you myself. If I want to hit your tits, that’s what I’ll do. If I want to cut them off, I will do that.” When I hesitated, he slapped my face. I lost my balance, almost falling. Although the stinging was horrendous, that’s not what hurt the most.
“Sir… please. I haven’t eaten—Ahh!” I screamed at the yanking of my braid as I fell.
“You will crawl unless otherwise instructed,” he commanded as he keyed in the code, then dragged me, completely naked, through the halls. The pain at my knees sent current from having to crawl fast to keep up with him. Thank God my hair was long enough that I could crawl without him constantly pulling it. I dared to look up because what if I saw Ember? But, everywhere we went, there were only men. None hesitated at gawking at my nakedness.
When we arrived at another door, he keyed in a code. It was an auditorium with a tall ceiling and enough seats around a circular stage for a very large audience. Seconds later, all the lights turned on and the doors opened again. Two men walked in with a pillory.
“W-what are you doing?” I kept switching my alarmed gaze from the torture device to Sir, but he ignored me.
The pillory was placed on center stage where another brighter light turned on. It warmed my naked, goosebump-covered body. Like a marching army, men of all shapes and sizes walked into the auditorium with a girl beside them. Slaves. They were all slaves like me.Ember?While the men sat in front of me, the girls walked to sit on the other side, behind me. It was so organized, as if this were a drill, as if they’d done this millions of times.
My throat started closing when the auditorium was filled to capacity. A whole row of men stood at the very back, and unlike the men sitting, they were all dressed in business suits.
My heart threatened to stop. I couldn’t stop panting. “I’m sorry. I’ll do it. I’ll do whatever you want, but don’t do this.” He looked down at me as I hugged his leg, my tears dampening his pants. “Sir… Did you hear me? I’m-I’m sorry. Please,” Iwhispered wishing the conversation to be only between us but it was completely silent.
The doors banged closed and only my whispers and my blubbering could be heard. As seconds passed, my hold tightened around his leg. “Please… I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. You don’t need to do this. I promise you don’t.” I kissed his black jeans-covered thighs several times while begging.
