I had squirted while being raped, confirming what he’d accused me of—I enjoyed it.
How could he humiliate me like that? The footfalls on the wooden stage drummed through my memory as if it were happening all over again, making me wince and cringe. The bed rolled through the auditorium and out into the hall, and after turning what seemed like ten corners, we entered a hospital room, where I did what I did everywhere I was taken, searched for a weapon but found nothing that guaranteed an escape.
The male voices caught my attention. Sir and the doctor who’d yanked out my nails and repeatedly violated me were whispering to each other. How dare I think it couldn’t get any worse? I may have been beyond brokenhearted and disgusted with Sir, but it still didn’t compare to the rage I felt for that doctor. My heart raced and my nausea rose at the thought of being alone with him again, so I kept my eyes on Sir, praying he’d look at me. I couldn’t take another assault after what I had been through, so there was no way I would dare say a word without permission.
“I want you to do everything to help her heal fast. Buyers don’t like scars that they haven’t themselves placed on the bodies, so those open cuts and any scarring need to disappear yesterday.”
Buyers? He was talking about me as a product, but that couldn’t possibly be, right? Please God, no. Was he really going to… not help me get out of here somehow? He’d really sell me to those creeps? His arms were crossed as he paced back and forth and only met my widened eyes for a second before returning his attention to the doctor.
“I mean, Sir, there’s only so much I can do. Let’s be reasonable.” A tense silence blanketed the room. Sir’s jaw ticked while he glared and studied the doctor’s face. It was the first time I’d watched him directly interact with anyone else. The level of authority he carried surprised me. What was Sir’s true role here? He wasn’t asking or hoping, he was commanding. It was obvious the doctor feared him and was being extremely cautious with his words. He cleared his throat and before walking out replied, “Yes, of course, Sir.”
Appearing stressed, as if there were a million things happening besides what he’d just done to me, he sighed, his eyes closed and directed at the ceiling, then massaged his temples and pushed back the strands of hair that had escaped his hair band back in the auditorium while fucking me.
When he finally caught my widened eyes and uninterrupted staring, he walked over to me with concern filling every wrinkle on his face. It was as if he were completely unaware of his role and responsibility for the excruciating pain I was withstanding. “What is it? You may speak.”
“D-don’t leave me alone. Please. Not here.” The smile widened his lips. He soaked in the desperation that my words carried. And within seconds, I understood he thought my plea was because I’d somehow grown more attached to him duringthe humiliating torture. It didn’t compute in his brain that it was because I was terrified of that doctor.
“Don’t worry, Little One, I’m not going anywhere.” The brief cocky smile was smothered with pride. He petted my head. Was he thinking his cruel act had finally broken me and transformed me into his submissive, pathetic little slave? But even this miscalculation couldn’t make me hate him enough.
I had to concentrate on my breathing, keep my heart rate normal so the blood flow would not speed and therefore make the nerves, veins, and arteries throb with more pain. “It will get better soon.” We studied each other’s eyes for a few minutes. Sir had two extreme personalities: extremely cruel, or nice and understanding. I never knew when the cruel one would explode.
“Water?” I decided to play the part, using my most innocent–passive tone.
He poured it from a jug into a glass on the nightstand next to me, added a straw, and then fed it to me. Although it was room temperature, it was the best water I’d ever tasted. It slid down my esophagus.
Minutes later, the doctor walked in with two tubes of cream and a tiny plastic plate he handed to Sir right away. I stared at the plate until I saw the pills.What were those for?
“This ointment will not only cool the burning sensation, but it also has a mild anesthetic which you can apply as often as needed. This other one is an antibiotic which has to be applied every four hours, even through the night. Obviously, she needs to keep off her butt to give it as much air as possible. Wash it with only cold, not hot water. The least amount of touch possible.” Sir nodded to every direction, but then the doctor opened the tube and began approaching me. I buried my face in the pillow, preferring to suffocate to death than feel that animal’s fingers touching any part of my body in any way.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Sir asked him.
“I’m going to show you how to apply the cream, Sir.”
“Over my dead fucking body. I know how to apply cream?—”
“Sir—”
“Don’t you sir me. You think I’m not aware of your disgusting reputation? You’re not touching my slave without earning it. Get the fuck out!”Earning it? Really?
“But—”
“I said, get the fuck out!” Sir screamed, grabbed a chair, and threw it at the doctor. The doctor shielded himself with his forearm and turned away in time to avoid any harm. A male nurse hurried in, shocked at finding a chair flying across the room.“Is there a pro?—”
The doctor rushed out.
“There’s no problem now that he’s gone.” Sir paced as if he could go outside to search for him and kill him, like a bull ready for a fight. It took him several seconds before his demeanor calmed, and he sighed. “I apologize. Can you please get the creams the doctor was suggesting for my slave?”
“Certainly, Sir.”
He didn’t allow anyone to enter the room. First, he had to wipe my wounds, which sent a fast current of pain no matter how gentle he did it. My scream bounced against the walls even after I lay gripping the pillow and shoving my face into it. I wanted to fucking die, but no matter how much I tried, I couldn’t choke myself long enough. I wanted out of here. What sins had I committed to deserve this hell?
“I’m—” He didn’t finish the apology as I devolved into a sob. It was as if he’d known that apologizing to me would send me on a psychotic break capable of giving me enough strength for me to throw the bed on him.
After the wiping, he sighed, but I didn’t care, and I was too hysterical from everything that’d been done to me since the fire. I only knew he was applying the cream because I felt thecoolness of it and then nothing else, all feeling of my wounds disappeared. As I calmed, I hiccuped and panted, exhausted while staring at the white wall.
“Is that better?” he asked, but I ignored him.
Sir walked beside me as they rolled me through the halls. After the way he acted with the doctor and nurse, not allowing them to touch me, not allowing anyone to even come in, doing his best to not hurt me further, I felt a little more alive. His hand wouldn’t release mine. To be honest, I held him so tightly it might have been me who was not releasing him. We arrived at a hall I didn’t recognize. It had a dead end, and while the hallway was painted all black, the doors were half gold bottom to top. I hissed as the nurse and Sir helped me get off the bed, then barely walked into the room without grinding my teeth or wincing.
