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Lethargic as I am, my head pops up at the sound of his voice. For a fleeting moment, I’m glad he’s here. Maybe I can get out of this chair. Laughter bubbles inside of me, but my lips remain closed. That was a foolish thought. He’s not going to let me go.
My head falls back down, and all I can see is his feet approaching me. He bends down and clutches his nose. “Goddamn, you stink.”
Still, he touches my feet and looks up at me, letting his nose go. “I’m impressed, pebble.” His hand runs along my calf, and if I’m being honest, his touch isn’t horrible.
He’s the enemy, dammit. I keep reminding myself this man isn’t here to set me free. He’s the reason I’m here in the first place.
“Let’s get you a shower, shall we?” He moves his hand away from my body, only to force my head up, and I whimper. The longer he keeps my head in this position, with my neck bent and my back arched, the worse the fogginess gets.
“Sleep,” I mumble.
“Not a chance in hell you are getting in my bed while you stink this bad. You need to clean yourself, and then I’ll even let you have a bit of food.”
The ropes fall from me except the one around my neck. He grabs the end and tugs me from the chair. With no strength, I fall to the floor.
“Fuck.” He mutters as I curl around myself. There’s no point in trying to get away right now. I need to regain my faculties about me first. The darkness calls my name even as my brain tells me I should fight.
As he grabs me, I cringe. There’s no telling where I’m at right now in my brain. It’s too cloudy, and in my diminished state, I’m not sure who has me. Even after all these years, I hear my father’s cruel words and painful hits.
“You’re absolutely pathetic, Crucinda.” A swift kick to my stomach has me doubled over in pain.
“If it weren’t for your inheritance keeping me in line, I’d end your miserable life.” He grabs my hips and pins me down. “Well, that and your soft little cunt is too good to give up.”
“Crucinda!’ Someone’s shaking me, and I blink. Reality comes back to me, and I look at my abductor.
“Kill me,” I whisper.
He has the audacity to chuckle. “Not today. There’s no easy way out for you.” He’s carrying me bridal style, and I want to believe for a moment he won’t hurt me. Though, it’s more likely that I’m being stupid again, and I should find it in me to free myself.
He’ll chase you.
Don’t do anything that could make this so much worse than it already is.
Be good, Crucinda.
My brain begs me to just let things go as they are. That right now, I’m not in pain.
“You’re going to get in the shower. There’s a bench for you to sit on. Clean yourself up,” he grumbles at me.
I don’t speak. There doesn’t seem to be a point in doing so. He has all the control right now. I’m too out of it to care. Everyone I love is gone. He took them from me. The urge to tell him off is strong, but my stomach speaks for me.
The man sets me down, and I shiver. “Take your clothes off.” He demands as he turns on the water.
“What’s your name?” My voice cracks as the cold spray hits me. I whimper and try to get away from the stinging of the water.
“You keep asking, and I keep refusing to tell you. It’s not important. If you need to call me something, you can call me Master.” He adjusts the water temperature and leaves.
Moving still hurts, but the warmth helps me to remove my clothes. Slowly, I wash my body with his soap. It smells like him, and while I should be repulsed, I’m not. It’s alluring me into a false sense of hope. Jasper used this exact soap and any time he hugged me, I felt safe. Before I can stop myself, tears run down my cheeks. My safe haven is gone. Shaking my head, I force myself to keep my eyes open and stand up.
My entire body shakes as I slump against the wall, but I need to wash my womanhood and hair. I can’t do that sitting down. Letting the stream soak me, I finish washing myself and fall back onto the seat.
Sitting here, I close my eyes and try to relax. For now, I’m alright. Or at least I think I am. He hasn’t killed me yet.
That’s a plus, right?
* * *
“Pebble, come on. Wake up.”The soft stroke against my cheek keeps me from opening my eyes. No one has ever touched me so softly. I want to retain the moment and keep the dream world going. No one here is out to kill or torture me.
