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I was wrong. This is the stupidest thing I’ve ever done, here and now. Because the hope written all over her flushed face means I can’t possibly let her down. “Okay.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
LEONA
This has to be the longest day of my life, even longer than when I was in the cell. Because now I know what’s going to happen. Now I know that once it’s dark and everybody’s winding down for the night, the delivery happens.
Henry has left me alone, but I think that’s because Elijah has kept him out of here after tying me to the bed again. I hear them talking downstairs, and even though I can’t make out the words, it’s obvious there’s a lot of tension.
I wish he had told me more about what to expect. He says he’s on my side but is he really? I have to believe him. I have to trust him, but I think it would be easier if I at least had a clue about what’s going to happen next. He wouldn’t say. He only made sure I got cleaned up after we had sex, then left me here so it would look like nothing happened when his dad and little brother got back from church.
The only thing I can do to escape my dread is to sleep and pretend none of it’s happening. That’s why it comes as such a surprise when the bedroom door opens, and I find myself in near darkness. I slept most of the day away.
And now, Rebecca stands at the foot of the bed, sneering down at me the way she does at everybody. I can’t believe I ever thought she was good, decent. My savior. What a joke.
“Here.” She tosses a duffel bag onto the bed.
“What’s this?”
She only snickers and rolls her eyes. “Get up and get in the shower. We have to get you ready.”
“Ready for what?” Because I’m not supposed to know, am I? She doesn’t have a clue that Elijah already told me.
Part of me wants to hear it coming from her. I want her to look me in the eye and tell me what she has planned.
“You’ll see.” My god, she is so sinister. Almost like she likes this, like she’s been looking forward to it. “Now get up and get in the shower. You’re going to shave yourself all over and make sure you’re clean.”
I don’t want to think about how many times she’s done this before as I take the bag and get out of bed, dragging my feet to the bathroom.
“Move. We’re on a schedule here.” She even gives me a little shove, and I stumble into the tiled room.
But instead of leaving me here, she follows me in and lowers the lid on the toilet to take a seat. “Go on. Get in.”
I don’t know what to say. “You want me to… while you’re watching?”
“I have to make sure you do it right. I can’t take any chances.”
“I don’t understand. Why do you want me to do this?”
“I don’t need to explain myself to you. And if you insist on defying me, there are ways to get you moving.” Her hand dips into the pocket of her dress, and she pulls out what looks like a small flashlight. What is she supposed to do with that?
I get the message when she touches the button on the side, and an electric spark sizzles from the end. A freaking stun gun. She’s that cruel. “Do I need to use this on you?”
“I still don’t understand.” My skin is crawling, and my stomach is churning. I’ve never been so humiliated in my entire life. “Can’t I have a little privacy?”
In a flash, she jumps up and touches the stun gun to the side of my neck. Electricity sizzles through me, and I can’t hold back a shriek that only makes her laugh. “Now. Do as I say.”
I don’t want to, but I don’t want to be shocked again, either.
It’s easier when I’m not looking at her. I can pretend she’s not here as I pull my dress off and turn on the shower. Inside the bag she gave me is soap, shampoo, and lotion. There’s a razor, too. “Shave everything,” Rebecca reminds me. “They’ll want you hairless.”
Elijah is going to save me. Elijah is going to get me out of here. I can’t believe how tightly I have to cling to that as I step under the hot water, wincing when it touches the tender spot where Rebecca zapped me.
Just get it over with. Even though there are tears of shame welling up in my eyes, I hurry through washing up. There’s another tender spot between my legs, but that’s for a very different reason. What would she do if she knew I wasn’t pure, the way she wants me? A twisted part of me wants to tell her, just for the pleasure of watching her explode with rage.
But I would get caught up in that explosion. And so would Elijah.
It’s better to wet the razor and soap up my pussy, instead.
