linxy - part III
When I come back to give her a bottle of water
and a peanut butter sandwich before going to bed, I find her curled up in a
fetal position, shivering. I shuffle in in my boxers to examine her further.
It IS cold in her room. It’s only May after all. Chicago May. The blankets
are kicked off the bed and her skin is covered in goosebumps. I cover her up
and stare at her face, peaceful, not scared when she’s sleeping. I brush
a finger over her perfectly arched eyebrow. Her eye pops open and she kicks
her free leg into my stomach…hard. I stumble backwards and she jumps from
the bed and kicks me again, right in the fucking nuts. God damn that fucking
bitch. I fall forward and she knees me in the stomach again, knocking me to
the floor. I’m seeing sparkles. I’m going to throw up all over her.
I’m going blind. I feel sweat on my forehead. What a good fucking shot
she is. Something stops my breath. She got a foot on my throat.
"Unlock my ankle," she says simply. "Unlock
it!" I do nothing. I can barely breathe. She puts more pressure on my throat
and I muster up the strength to raise my hand. I grab the shackled ankle and
pull at it, throwing off her balance. She falls backwards and smacks her head
on the floor. Before she can scramble to her feet I pin her down, sitting on
her chest.
"I thought you were going to be a good girl
you fucking bitch." She spits at me and I backhand her again, hard enough
to make her lip bleed. Once she’s calmed down I pull her from the floor
and throw her on the bed. "I was coming to give you snack. I was going
to let you walk around a little before bed. We were going to talk. I was going
to make sure you were OK. Guess not, huh? You wanted to be a fucking superhero
instead." She’s crying, sobbing, struggling under my grip. "Lay
still." She doesn’t. "LAY THE FUCK STILL OR I’LL GET THE
NEEDLE." Now she freezes.
I clip her hands above her head, and this time
I get out another shackle for her free ankle. It spreads her legs slightly,
which I know drives her modest sensibilities mad. So I push her nightgown up
to her waist, making sure she’s fully exposed. Just a touch of punishment
to think of during the night. She whines at me and I just wink as I watch her
try with all of her might to pull her legs together. I don’t touch her;
just get real close and stare, blowing my warm breath over the skin of her inner
thighs.
"Please stop," she whimpers. "Please."
I hover over her, my legs on either side of hers, my hands on the headboard.
She can do nothing but look at me. No need to yell. I speak quietly, almost
soothingly.
"Are you fucking kidding me, Olivia? Really,
tell me. Are you kidding? You kick me right in the God damn nuts and try to
fucking kill me and you think I’m going to crumble at your ‘please’?"
She blinks once and sucks in her breath. "You’re a bad girl. A really
bad girl tonight. Only your first night here."
There are tears streaming down her cheeks. It’s
all I can do to keep from licking them off. It’s all I can do to keep from
tearing her nightgown off. She makes me angry for a whole load of reasons.
"I’ll leave you alone angel, I promise.
But tell me you’re sorry. And mean it." She says nothing. I pull her
pillow out from behind her and throw the blanket from the bed. She’s trembling
beneath me, her big blue eyes staring up at me, sparkling in the tiny bit of
moonlight that filters blue through the room. "Say you’re sorry."
Still, silence. "I’ll cut this nightgown off and you’ll sleep
naked if you don’t answer me right now. Say…you’re…sorry."
"I’m sorry." I get up, but leave her nightgown pushed up around her waist. Before I leave the room, I hear her say again, "I’m sorry."