Suddenly, he slows down. I feel his fingers grip my hair tight and then relax, petting me in some weird, wicked way. Something’s not right. He’s going easy on me, which is not at all like him, especially not after the way he just ravaged me.
And then I feel it, deep in the back of my throat. A sour prickle moving up my throat and onto my tongue. My body heats up, sweat rolling down my forehead. I feel sick.
He’s already stepped aside when I vomit on the floor under me. It’s not from his cock, since he had already taken it out a while ago, but I have no clue what else could cause this sudden urge to vomit. And oh shit, here it comes again.
This is not okay. I’m shaking heavily, my energy waning as my body empties itself.
“This isn’t right,” he says. Finally, I hear his voice. The all-familiar trusted voice of Sebastian Brand, the man who said he would protect me and keep me safe. He lied.
I puke again.
Accompanying song: “Nice to Meet Me” by Zack Hemsey (Instrumental)
It just keeps coming and coming. I can’t swallow, breathe, or even close my mouth without puke coming out.
“I’m taking her to the doctor,” he says, and I hear him zip up.
“No.” I hear his voice through the sitcom. It’s Newman.
I’m torn between wanting to scream and curse at him or puke again. I decide it’s going to be the latter.
“I am taking her to a fucking doctor. We’re stopping right now.”
“Why not just let her die?” The way he says it, full of himself and loaded with amusement, makes the bile rise again.
“Fuck. You,” Sebastian says.
And then I notice that he starts fiddling with my restraints. I’m too tired, too numb to do anything but wait until he has me completely out of the shackles and in his arms. I’m being carried through the door, and the sudden cold makes me shiver.
“Where are you going? We’re not done yet.”
“I am,” Sebastian says.
I moan. He shushes me, carrying me off to God knows where. I’m just glad I’m out of there, away from them.
“You will have to finish this, Sebastian. Regardless of her condition,” Newman yells after him. I hear some snapping fingers. “Follow him.”
He carries me through a hallway that feels endless, although that might just be my drowsiness. Sebastian pushes through something hard; a door, I think. Next thing I know, I’m on the sofa. A pillow is placed under my head, a blanket folded over my body, and then the fabric that was in front of my eyes is taken off.
In front of me is a man who I once regarded as my savior. His blond hair falls over his eyes, masking his shame, which I can still clearly feel emanating from his body warmth. I’ve never been more happy to see him. I’ve never been more angry to be touched by him. Goddammit.
He frowns, biting his lip, and hands me a glass of water and another pill. “Swallow that whole.”
I moan, “What …?” pointing at the pill, wondering what it is. I’m still very listless, but at least my vocal cords have started working again. Not fully functional, but able to get the point across.
Suddenly, someone bangs on the door. “Open up.”
Sebastian’s head perks up, his brows heavily furrowed, and he stampedes toward the door. He jerks it open. “Stay away.”
“Sorry, but I can’t do that. I’ve been instructed to keep an eye on her.”
“Well, you can do so from the outside. Goodbye.”
The man places his hand on the door. “I don’t think you understand …”
“Oh, yes I do, but have you forgotten who you’re speaking to?” Sebastian’s raised voice brings me goosebumps.
The man’s face grows pale. “I’m sorry, but they–”
“You can keep watch outside the door, but you’re not setting one foot into this room without my permission. Got that?”
“But–”
“She’s not going anywhere, trust me. Where’s she going to go? Through the wall? There are no windows,” Sebastian scoffs. “Now, leave us alone.”
He slams the door, the sound making me jolt up. I just swallowed the pill, but I’m already feeling much better. I haven’t puked since I left that room they had me tied up in. Was this all part of his plan?
“What did you do to me?” I ask, my voice fluctuating heavily.
“It doesn’t matter; you’re out of there now.”
“What were those pills, Sebastian?”
He sits down beside me and grabs my hand, while checking my temperature with the other. “You’re heating up.”
“Tell me about the pill, Sebastian.”
The fact that I’m calling him Sebastian comes to no surprise to me, but it seems his brow pulls up the moment that I mention his name. I guess he’s unfamiliar with me being so straightforward. Too bad for him. He wants respect? He lost mine. I also lost the will to care.