Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 56208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
“We share more than you might think,” Pia told me with a sweet smile. She was a different woman to the one I’d met a week ago. Softer, gentler. I realized she probably felt sorry for me, and I didn’t even try to win her respect back. I’d been beaten. She’d won, and so had the man who’d forced my first sexual encounter on me.
“I don’t want to be here,” I whispered. “I want my life back.”
She reached towards me, smoothing a lock of hair off my forehead. Her touch was cool and gentle, and I leaned against her hand, even though she seemed to be every bit the monster my captor had proved to be. But I was grateful then that it had been her to come and visit me, not him. I couldn’t handle him that day. The way he mocked me, how rough he was, how intent he was on making me into a mindless little toy. I was so close to breaking point.
“Have you been sleeping?” Pia asked me, and I shook my head no. Despite all the time I’d spent in my room, I had barely slept at all. I was turning into an insomniac, and the hours stretched into eternity as I lay on the bed, staring off into the distance and shamelessly hoping I would just die.
“I’m sorry,” Pia went on. “But I have something that might help you.”
She pulled out a little plastic orange bottle and placed it on my nightstand. There were three big white pills in it.
“They’re sleeping pills,” she explained. “Take one tonight and sleep it off, and I’ll be back tomorrow to check on you and make sure you’re alright. Does that sound okay?”
I didn’t respond, but my bottom lip trembled as she took out one of those enormous pills and a glass of water from my nightstand. She helped me sit up in bed and I downed the pill with the water she gave me. I didn’t want to, but she made me open my mouth and lift my tongue, so she could make sure I’d really swallowed it. I had other plans for the rest of the pills though. So far, they were the closest thing I had to a weapon inside my prison.
She gave me a smile again as I lay back on the bed. My eyelids were already getting heavy.
“See?” Pia asked. “You’re going to be asleep in no time, and you’ll be able to get some much-needed rest.”
Her words blurred together, and I had more and more trouble keeping my eyes open as she smoothed her fingers over my eyelids. Suddenly, I grew scared of what would happen to me while I was sleeping. What if they were planning something else? What if somebody was going to attack me while I slept, take advantage of my body like the man had?
I cried out in protest, but no sound came out. I was being pulled under, thrust into a sleep so heavy I couldn’t even feel Pia’s fingers on me anymore. I resisted the darkness, fighting it off, but it was inevitable. In seconds, I was fast asleep.
I woke up to complete darkness.
It must have been nighttime, and I felt disoriented and dazed, but at least I was in the same position I’d fallen asleep in. I was relieved when I realized nobody had moved me or touched me. Everything in the room looked the same, except the vanity chair which was back in its place, and the absence of Pia who must have left hours ago. I had no idea what time it was, but I got out of bed anyway and stretched my limbs.
Pia had been right. I’d really needed the sleep. But she didn’t know that sleeping wouldn’t make me more complacent. Instead, I was filled with a renewed desire to get the hell out of the mansion. I would fight harder than I ever had to put it all behind me, I’d just be sneakier about it. Nobody could know about my plans.
I shook the pills out of the bottle with my back to the camera and hid them in my underwear drawer, wrapping them up in a pair of stockings and pretending I was just changing into a new outfit. I stripped and gathered some clothes before heading into the bathroom. The shower felt pleasant against my tired skin, and I woke up fully under the hot spray beating down my back.
I washed my hair and lathered my body in bubbles. He hadn’t raped me, but he had fucked my mouth. It made me feel so dirty, and my tears mixed with the water running down my face. I promised myself I would have my revenge on the man who had forced this on me. The worst part was, he made me fucking enjoy it, the dampness between my legs growing with each thrust of his cock inside my throat. I’d never imagined it would feel like that. Fill me up, make me choke and make it hard to breathe when my throat desperately tried to swallow.