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Phoenix takes hold of my hair again and circles it around his hand. He then guides me out of the room as if my hair is a leash, and I’m his mangy mutt. We head down the hallway, where cameras are placed strategically. Is Phoenix recording so he can watch later? How many cameras are there? I can practically feel eyes burning holes into my exposed flesh.
When we reach the bathroom door, Phoenix turns to me with seriousness washed over his face. “A new camera has been placed in here. This is going to be filmed the minute we walk into the bathroom. I’m going to be rewatching. I don’t want to miss a thing. I want a close-up recording so I can truly examine how grateful you are for your life and my mercy. Are you going to be able to behave and act as I would expect someone who wants to earn items of comfort would behave? I’m serious when I tell you that what you do from this point on is crucial. So, will you be able to do exactly as I say?”
Do I have a choice?
I swallow hard and take a deep breath. In a very tiny voice, I answer, “I think so… sir.” The word still feels foreign but doesn’t necessarily feel more fucked up or wrong than my current situation.
My body trembles with the overwhelming nerves exploding within, but I don’t want Phoenix to see that anyone has the ability to break me. Inner strength is all I have left. This is my new reality, but I need to stay strong. I’ve tried begging, and begging didn’t work. So I have to regroup. Approach this situation differently. I need strength and determination to survive this.
I can survive this.
It’s temporary.
It’s just until Phoenix feels safe enough to know that my sister and I mean no harm.
And there will be a time when he lets down his guard again and allows me in. Then I can somehow wake from this nightmare. But for now, I have no choice but do as commanded. I need time… time to figure out how to fix this situation. I will remain strong no matter what occurs on the other side of the door.
Phoenix’s face lights up, and he strokes the back of my head. The act doesn’t feel loving, but rather condescending. Humiliation is clearly a tactic of his. What’s worse is I’m not sure I totally hate it. I should hate it, but tingles in my core disagree.
“That’s my good girl. You just do as I say, and don’t fight me in the slightest. Swallow that pride raging inside of you. Your pride is only the first of what you’ll lose while here.” He opens the door and guides me inside.
I enter a pristine bathroom, fiddling with my fingers as I try not to view my reflection in the mirror. I don’t want to see my new reality staring back at me. I’m standing in nothing but my panties with a man who is nothing but a monster. I have already been more vulnerable and intimate with Phoenix than most men in my past, but now… I don’t even know what to call this. I look up to see a camera in the corner of the room with a red light on and know there is no turning back. Phoenix will be watching the replay of this later.
“All right. Let’s get you out of those panties.” Phoenix’s command is firm.
Only pausing to appreciate my breasts for a moment, Phoenix takes hold of my panties, squatting as he pulls them down all the way to my ankles and lifts my feet one at a time to step out of them.
Glancing up and staring at my exposed, completely naked body, he scowls and stands up. “Bad, bad girl.”
I flinch at his words and his stern expression. I have no idea what I have done wrong. I’ve done exactly as he’s asked.
“Only very bad girls have hair on their pussies,” he lectures.
I glance down at my little brown curls and then back at him in disbelief.
“This is not acceptable.”
He takes a step forward, lifts my arm, and runs his fingertips along my armpit, nods, and then runs his hand down the front of my leg and nods again.
“Lucky for you and your ass, you at least take care of the rest of your body hair. But,” he says as he goes and sits on the edge of the tub, “you’ll still be punished for a hairy pussy.” He pats his lap, which I assume means he wants me to lie over it since he used the word punished.
“I… I’m sorry.” The man sitting before me is not the same man I thought I knew before. It’s like I’m presented with a dominant man on steroids. Once a man, now a monster.
