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Two mornings later, Kiyanna knocks on my bedroom door. She walks in, throws me a clean robe, and tells me to meet her in the kitchen to start work.
After cleaning myself up and getting dressed, I head to meet Kiyanna.
"Um, morning," I say.
"Morning. Before you ask, no."
"Before I ask what?" I stare at her in confusion.
"You won't see Tyr today, or tomorrow probably. I know you don't know how things work here, but the rest of us do. I'm not mad at you. I also did some fucked up shit when I first got here. Broke Roger's 'rules' and got me, Caleb, and Tyr a punishment. He will be okay."
Putting my head down, which has become normal around here, I sigh. "Did you know that the other day was his birthday?"
She shakes her head and comes to give me a hug. "Just know, when he comes back into the house, he will need a shoulder, or multiple, to lean on. Roger's punishments are pretty fucked up."
We stand there for a few moments, soaking up friendly affection before she starts explaining today's tasks.
"There is bread in the fridge. Take one piece… not two, and make some toast. That's all we are allowed to have in the mornings when we don’t have oatmeal. I know you've got to be starving, and I'd share, but there is no way I'm going to ‘the box.’"
Hopefully, we'll get to eat some sort of dinner tonight. Kiyanna shows me how to clean the kitchen the way Roger wants. I’ve only cleaned the halls and my bedroom. After eating our toast, we get to work.
"Are you able to clean bathrooms? 'Cause I swear, every time I clean them, I end up puking and making them ten times worse," Kiyanna asks when we finish with the kitchen.
"Yes, I mean...as long as I get to clean them before you puke, I'll be fine," I reply. We giggle like school girls and get to scrubbing the restroom.
"Well, duh. I wouldn’t make you clean up after me. It's not like it would be much to clean up anyway. We aren't allowed to eat very much around here." Kiyanna stops scrubbing to look at me face-to-face. "I'm sorry, that was a little dark."
I smile at her. "What the fuck isn't dark around here? Other than the house itself, we aren't in the greatest situation."
Right after I speak, Roger makes his appearance. I start scrubbing harder, noticing the sinister smile on his face.
"What, aren't you grateful you’re here?" Roger asks, mocking my tone. I try really hard to ignore him. "Look at me when I'm talking to you, girl."
Putting my scrub brush down, I go from my hands and knees to a kneeling position.
"Crawl to me. Crawl like the little slut you are."
Kiyanna doesn't say anything, nor does she glance in my direction. Setting my palms back onto the ground, I start to crawl to Roger. This is so embarrassing. When I reach his feet, I stop moving. Bending down, he grabs a handful of my hair.
"I'ma teach you a lesson, bitch. I’ma punish you for talking bad about your stay here." Without letting me speak or stand up, he starts to drag me away. I yelp out in pain. "Shhh, it will all be over soon," he cackles in a joking manner.
He drags me down the first hall, around the corner, down the second hall, and finally down a flight of stairs. Once we get to the video room, he kicks the door open, pushes me toward the bed, and walks to the camcorder. Turning it on, he arches down to double-check that it’s filming me.
Walking over to a chest that I didn’t see before, he stops. Roger digs around in his pocket and pulls out another skeleton key. Unlike the first one from the dark room, this one seems worn and slightly bent. Putting it into the lock on the chest and turning it to the right, he unlocks it and props it open.
Murmuring to himself, he digs through the unknown items in the chest. Figuring out what he wants most, he pulls out a bamboo stick. It’s curved slightly at the end, a perfect fit for his hand. I know what he is going to use it for.
"Take off your robe and lie flat on your stomach." I do as he demands, knowing that if I don't, my punishment will be a lot worse. "Good little slut. Daddy is going to spank you now, 'cause you been bad." Watching him from the corner of my eye, I see him wink at the camera and raise the cane.
Whack!
"Fuuuccckkk!" I scream out in pain. It’s unlike anything I've ever felt, the sensation sharp and searing hot.
Whack!
I cry out again and again. He doesn't stop.
Other than my crying and the sound of the cane hitting my bare flesh, there are no other noises. Eventually, I stop crying. The pain of his hits make my body numb. He switches methods and tools at different times, and sometimes he even uses his fists.
