linxy - part II
Max and Sebastian leave at 2:00 and I decide to bring Olivia
something to eat. She doesn’t get a clock, or a window or any of that,
so meal times don’t have to be so strict, and I assume that the drugs are
suppressing her appetite. Her eyes are closed, but still puffy and red from
crying. I pull her gag down and she jerks awake. The first instinct is to start
wildly thrashing around. To what end, I’m just not sure. It must be easy
for her to see that any fight we’re going to have is going to end up with
her on the bottom. I’ve got about seven inches over her (in height, smartass)
and I’m also a big guy, tall, kind of muscular. I was a rugby player in
college, a frat boy. Demeaning and humiliating women is my specialty. I hold
her face still with one of my hands squeezing her cheeks together.
"Easy with the hysterics, angel face. I’m trying
to help you out." I pull the soaked cloth from her mouth and throw it on
the floor.
"My jaw aches," she says. I straddle her again
and unfasten her wrists from the wall, but clip them together again behind her
back to give her shoulder muscles a rest. The doctors don’t like when we
leave them in one position. They aren’t veal after all, they need to get
stretched out, stay toned. She tries to kick her free leg around, but again…why?
I just hold it down with one hand and give her a look of disappointment. "My
feet are asleep. I have to get up."
"Hey, Squirmy. Did you want to eat lunch or bitch about
the facilities?" She actually shrugs and I let her ankle go. I sit on the
bed and feed her slices of an orange and pieces of cheese. Vitamins and Calcium…good
for a growing slave.
"I have to pee."
"You’ll pee when I’m ready to leave. Hold
it ‘till then, k?" She nods and I give her another piece of cheese.
In a bizarre show of gratitude she bites down on my finger, hard. It pulses
with pain. I pull my hand free and instantly react with a swift backhand to
her face that makes her cry out in surprise. After inspection for blood and
broken skin, I shake off the pain and turn back to her. "Look. I’m
not into treating you like a delicate flower, bitch. Keeping you here prevents
me from going to the Cubs game tonight…so I’m a little testy. I have
no problem with beating you senseless, and crying about it does nothing to stop
me. I like it. Understand?" She nods. "I brought you food because
I thought if we got along, if we had a chance to chat, you’d behave better.
If you act like an animal, you’ll live like an animal. I’ll put your
fucking food on the floor and you can lick it from the dust, got it?"
"Yes sir."
"Say you’re sorry." She pauses, so I pin her to the headboard with a thick hand on her throat and show her the red fingertip that she bit.
"Say you’re fucking sorry."
"I’m sorry." I let her go and she falls forward,
choking in breath. I feed her a piece of orange to test her and she takes it
very gently, averting her eyes.
"Good girl."
"Can I take a bath? I feel dirty."
"Well, I’ll tell you what, Olli. You can have
a bath, but I have to give it to you. I don’t trust you by yourself in
there. I don’t want you trying anything heroic or murderous…I’ve
got no time for drama. So either sit there and feel dirty until you earn a bath
or have me give you one…which, frankly, I’d be all too happy to do.
The doctor is coming by tomorrow and I want to make sure you give good copy."
"Why a doctor?" Some juice from the orange drips
down her chin and I wipe it off with my thumb.
"To see if you’re good enough for the buyer. You’re
for sale, sweetcakes. The buyer wants to make sure you’re clean."
She thinks about it and it doesn’t seem to please her. In fact, I think
she’s dumbstruck. "Alright, let’s get you in the bathroom. I’ve
got a beer waiting for me downstairs." I pull her up to stand beside me
and unlock the ankle cuff. She shakes her leg out and frowns at the bruising.
I lean over and whisper into her ear, "I think it looks sexy." She
tries to push me away then, but I’ve got her by elbow and she winces. "But
then again, I’m a weirdo."
The bathroom is just on the other side of the room. It’s
a master suite (har har), and very spacious with a clawfoot tub, lighted mirror,
brass fixtures. Any woman would be proud to piss in a bathroom like this one.
She stands in the doorway and I unfasten her wrists to let her go, pushing her
towards the toilet. She just runs right back at me and I push her away with
one hand, nearly sending her to the floor.
"Come on Olivia. Be real. As much as I’d love
it, I don’t have all day to brutalize you." I lean against the doorframe
and she sits on the toilet, all curled up to hide herself. I snap my fingers
a few times to speed her up.
"Are you getting paid a lot to do this?" She asks
casually as she readjusts her nightgown and stands up, "Be a dick, I mean."
I snort out some fake laughter. "I work on commission. Wash your hands
and come back to me."
She does it immediately and I spin her around to clip her
wrists together, gently brushing my hands over her chilly arms when I’m
finished. She tenses immediately and sucks in all of her breath. We stand there
in silence and I rest my chin on her shoulder, stealing a glance down the front
of her nightgown.
"Did you rape me? When I was asleep?" She rasps
out quietly, as I guide her out of the bathroom.
"No. I’m not supposed to. Besides, it’s no
fun when you’re asleep. Might as well get a doll. When I fuck you, it’ll
be when you’re wide awake and begging me not to. That’s kind of my
m.o."
"Oh," she says simply, scooting back into the
corner of the bed.
"So," I say, smirking at her chewing on the idea
of fucking me, "you want that bath?"
She lowers her eyes and draws her knees up to her chest. There’s a hint
of blushing in her cheeks and on her chest. Undoubtedly, she’s seeing the
future. "I don’t think so. Not today."
"Yeah, sometimes it feels good to be dirty, right?"
I reach for the gag again and she snaps her head up.
"I don’t need that. I don’t. I’ll be a good girl, I promise. Please. Please. I can’t breathe when you put that on. Please. I’m begging. I’ll be quiet. I’ll behave." She goes up on her knees, struggling for balance with her hands firmly behind her back. The pink is still in her cheeks, and her blue eyes are clearer, more glittery than before. She’s good. She’s real good. She’s one to keep an eye on. I put the gag down and leave her alone for the afternoon.