After a long while, my body starts to ache from leaning against the tiles and I slump down to the floor.
I start to go through the same motions, fight, cry, feel sorry for myself, then it’s back to fighting.
I feel guilty for giving in and not fighting harder. Then I feel angry because it’s so unfair that I’m stuck in this nightmare. Lastly is anxiety, nibbling at my stomach – what is happening to Riza and Kelly?
I’m shivering from the cold. I shiver so hard I hear every breath rattling in and out.
When I hear the door click open, I’m so relieved. I don’t want him to see how relieved I am so I hide my face against my knees. When I feel his hands on my bound one, I try to yank away, slamming the back of my head into the shower wall.
“I’m just taking the cuffs off,” he whispers. I don’t know if I should be happy that he’s calmed down or scared. “Get up.” I do as he says, but refuse to look at him. I keep my eyes trained on the wall.
“Get out of the shower.” I follow him out and stop when he stops. I’m in no hurry to have a repeat of earlier. I just need to be patient and clever about this. The moment will come when I can escape and go for help. I won’t fall for anything he says again. I learned my lesson.
Garrett picks up a fluffy towel he must’ve brought in with him. He starts to dry my arms in soft pats. When he pats over my breasts, I feel a wave of repulsion.
“Open your legs,” he murmurs. The thought of kneeing him in the face flashes through me but then I remember what happened because I punched him, and I do as he says.
He’s gentle as he brushes over me and then down each leg, until I’m dry. He throws the towel over a railing and then takes hold of my hand. He leads me into the bedroom and stops in front of the bed.
There are pieces of clothing on the bed. One is a gauzy red lingerie and panty set and the other a white lace bra and panty set.
“You will wear what I instruct you to wear. You will shower when I tell you to shower,” he says with almost no emotion. “When you go to the bathroom, whether it’s to shower or piss, you will leave the door open at all times. You no longer have such a thing as privacy and I won’t remind you of that again.”
For the first time I make eye contact, shocked that he expects me to wee in front of him, not even to mention a number two!
“You will not make eye contact with me, unless I tell you to.”
My father always told me that if someone looks you in the eye, you can trust them. Those who avoid eye contact have something to hide. Well, it doesn’t matter if I look into Garrett’s eyes, they’re deceiving.
He continues, “You’re to keep your eyes on the floor, downcast, unless I instruct you otherwise.” He takes hold of my cheek and forces me to look down. That’s when I notice the fresh blue shirt and jeans he’s wearing. He took a shower.
“When you’re finished putting on the red set, you’ll get a reward.” I’m too scared to ask what, but he doesn’t let me wonder for long. “You’ll get to see one of your friends.”
I can see if they are okay! I quickly turn around and reach for the red panty. “You’ll dress in front of me. Turn back.” I glance up at him, upset that he won’t even give me this slither of privacy! “Eyes down!” he snaps.
I look down at the panty and then slip it on. I take the lingerie and pull it over my head. He starts to walk around me, admiring the lace that’s practically one with my body, it’s so tight.
“Your skin is the perfect white,” his voice is hoarse, almost sensual.
I feel panic rising and move to take a step away from him.
“Stand still,” he barks. He grabs hold of my hips and yanks me back against his chest. “You will not move unless I give you permission,” he grinds the words out. “You are now a body that exists for the purpose of satisfying me.”
I shake my head. I’m Kristine Marshall! I’m a person with value. I won’t let him break me down.
“Kris,” he breathes my name, “so stubborn, so stupid. The sooner you give in the better things will be for you. As long as you fight it will hurt.”
“At least I’ll feel human then, asshole. Hurt me all you want, you can’t take that away from me. I’m Kristine Marsh-” The rest of the words get stuck on a shriek as I’m yanked back. He puts a foot on the bed and then yanks me over his leg. My butt is in the air, my toes only just reaching the floor. He takes hold of my arms and yanks them back, then pins my wrists to my lower back. A smack cracks over my backside, scaring the hell out of me.
“No!” I shriek, realizing the man is busy spanking me like I’m some child. His hand comes down hard on my butt again and I try to lift my feet to the bed so I can push myself away from him. He yanks the panties down, leaving my whole backside exposed. Then suddenly I feel his finger pressing against my entrance. I did not expect that, and try to squirm away from his touch. But he keeps me firmly in place and he rubs a circle around my clit. Then his hand disappears. I don’t know what to expect next. My whole body tenses and then he smacks me, half over my backside and half over my sex.