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Irefusedtotalkto any of the guys for the rest of the day. After them forcing this tattoo on me, the things Hayes said, and their bullshit concern, I couldn’t take it anymore. Everyone but Hayes tried to convince me to talk or eat something. After the second plate of food ended up broken against the door, they finally relented. For now, anyway.
The tattoo sits against my pale skin like it’s mocking me. Technically, it’s very well done. It’s almost beautiful. However, given that it symbolizes ownership and that I’m a prisoner, I’m having trouble truly appreciating it. There’s a delicate chain etched around my wrist that twists around my forearm and leads to an intricately designed lock on the underside of my arm near my elbow. The lock looks like it takes one of those old skeleton keys to open it and along the edges are the letters A, H, G, and W in a dark bold font.
I’ve never had the desire to mark myself in such a permanent way, and I hate that they’ve done this to me. It’s truthfully not even the worst thing, but it’s the most visible. I can’t easily hide this away and not think about it. I have to stare at this tattoo and let it remind me of this mess every time I see it. My anger over this has helped me to stay strong in the face of all their offers of food, but now, it has to be the middle of the night, and I can’t sleep. I’ve been able to get water from the bathroom, but my stomach is making it abundantly clear that I need a snack.
With a locked door, there isn’t much I can do about it, especially because it’s been a while since I’ve heard one of the guys up and moving around. They must all be sleeping. I’m sitting with my back against the headboard, and I tilt my neck back and forth until I get a
satisfying crack out of it. I roll my shoulders out and crack my knuckles on each hand too, then with a deep breath, I let out the loudest fucking scream I can possibly manage.
One, two, three, four…
“What the fuck? What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Wade scans the room, trying to figure out what made me scream as the others pour in as well.
“What happened?” Gray looks at me with amusement.
“I’m hungry.” I shrug and offer nothing else.
“Are you fucking kidding me? We tried to feed you all night, and when we finally go to sleep, you do this? No way. Starve.” Adler crosses his arms in front of his chest as the waves of irritation roll off him.
“I wasn’t hungry then. And you were all being fucking assholes.” Four pairs of eyes assess me, and I sit still while they do.
“What do you want?” Wade steps closer and sounds exhausted.
“There’s no way in hell you’re getting her something to eat right now. You’re rewarding her bullshit behavior. She’ll be fine until the morning.”
I look at Hayes and smile. “You’re probably right; I’ll be fine until morning. My bandage came off though, and I don’t remember how I’m supposed to clean this.” I hold my tattoo up for him to see. “Oh, and it hurts. So with all that going on, I’ll probably be in here screaming on and off all night. I’m sure you guys won’t even notice though. Sweet dreams.”
“You’re unbelievable.” Hayes shakes his head at me and walks out.
“This is the last time I’m repeating myself. What do you want?” Wade swipes a hand through his hair and pleads for an answer.
“I’m not picky. Maybe an apple with some Nutella. Or a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
Whatever.“ I wave my fingers at Wade as he turns to go to the kitchen.
Hayes walks back in with a huff, and before I know what’s happening, he hauls me off the bed by my non-tattooed arm and drags me into the bathroom. He inspects my arm in the bright light before turning the faucet on and checking that the temperature is right. He washes his own hands, then splashes water on my tattoo before washing it down with soap as well. He gently rinses my arm off and dries it with a couple of paper towels he brought in with him. Once he’s convinced it’s dry, he pops open a tube of Aquaphor and spreads a thin layer over the entire tattoo. It’s annoying how good it all feels.
“Try not to touch it or rub it on anything. We’ll repeat this process again in the morning when you wake up.”
I mock salute him and walk back out into the bedroom. His eyes follow me as I reposition myself on the bed, and his jaw ticks. Adler and Gray have left the room, so I assume Hayes will be on his way now too.
“What the fuck are you looking at?” The way he’s staring at me has me on edge, like I can’t get comfortable in my own skin.
In a flash, Hayes stomps over to me and pushes me into the mattress. He leans over me, pinning me to bed, and my breaths turn ragged at the quick turn of events and how close Hayes is.
“You want to know what I’m looking at? I’ll tell you. I’m looking at a spoiled, bratty, little bitch that thinks the world revolves around her and now that she knows it doesn’t, can’t handle it. I’m looking at a woman that has no clue what the future has in store for her because she refuses to accept her new reality. Keep it up, baby. You think you’re winning something with this kind of shit? You’re not. At best, it’s annoying. At worst, it’s just sad. All of this is just going to make it that much sweeter when we break you.” A lone tear escapes the corner of my eye, and Hayes tracks its movement before leaning in and licking it off my face.
“That’s it, baby. I want all of it. I’ll take your pain, your pleasure, your fear, anything I can get. And I’ll take it happily.” He emphasizes his point by grinding his hips into my core and making it very clear that he’s ready to make good on the pleasure part of his promise.
Wade clears his throat as he enters the room with my food, but before Hayes gets off me, he kisses me. It’s punishing, and when he pulls away, it feels like my mouth is bruised and swollen. He smiles at me before walking out, whistling quietly to himself, so I can’t make out the tune.
“Are you okay?” Wade sets the tray down next to me and looks me over slowly.
“I’m fine. Thanks for this. You can go.” After Hayes’ latest round of verbal assault, I don’t feel like making nice with anyone.
“Right. See you in the morning, then. I’ll stick with my alarm clock for the wake up though.” Wade angrily strides out of my room and slams the door behind himself. The lock clicking into place makes me flinch harder than usual.
I know I’m being a bitch right now, but what the fuck do they expect? They abducted me and are holding me hostage in some big plot that I know nothing about. Am I just supposed to sit here and make it all easier for them? Especially after what Hayes said earlier. If no one even gives a fuck that I’m gone, what am I doing here? How am I valuable? I want to scream and cry and throw everything in this room at them until they understand all this shit I’m feeling inside. I’m sure they could be making this entire experience worse, but I’m not going to thank them for that.
