His Mercy

3. Bathroom

The sound of the lock woke me up. I was quick to rub my eyes and sit up.

"Good morning" he said while holding a plate "I made you some breakfast, hopefully you're feeling better"

It was so hard reading into that, his mask made it impossible to understand him. I never know if he's smiling or frowning.

"T-thank you"

He grabbed the stool in the corner and sat down, still with the plate in his hands. My mouth watered thinking of the food.

"I made you some toast then I'll-" he stopped talking. I followed his gaze and it went to the floor. Where the tape was.

In a quick motion he grabbed the blanket off me, revealing my now unbound legs.

"Did I say you could do that?" his voice was dark, now I know he's angry.

"I..I-just had tr-trouble sleeping.. we can ta-tape them again.." I stuttered like a child.

"This won't go unpunished" he sighed and put the plate on the floor while standing up.

In an instant I backed away, shielding my face from his hits. "Pl-please don't hit me, I'm sorry! It won't happen again!"

His strong hands grabbed me and pinned me down. I tried fighting back but his grip was on my sore wrists.

"Please I'm sorry" I screamed as the pain magnified. 

I felt him release one hand but then grab my hair and pull me forward. I didn't realise it until it was too late, but he was sitting on the mattress now and had me over his knee. He twisted both my arms behind my back then lifted his knee so my bottom was up in the air.

"What are you doing?!"

"Teaching you a lesson" he sighed and before I could react his hand slapped my ass. I let out a bloodcurdling scream. That hurt more than his face slap yesterday. 

"If you stop struggling, then it will be easier" he warned.

I didn't listen, I'll be damned before I listen to this psycho. I kicked and screamed, If my face would've been closer to his legs I would've bitten him. 

I screamed again and kicked more when his second spanking landed on my ass.

"Let me go you psycho!" I almost cried. That must've set him off, in a blink of an eye he spanked me again, but this time he didn't stop. I cried out again "please just stop, I'm sorry!"

He kept going, I lost count after 20. 

I was full on crying when he finally stopped. My ass was burning and my dignity shattered. 

"This is what you get for disrespecting me" he said and I felt his hand touch my ass slowly. 

I just cried, trying to catch my breath. I couldn't move, his grip on my wrists loosened but I didn't dare move. 

"Sssh don't cry, it's over Lily" he soothed while stroking my sore ass. 

I was numb, I can't believe he'd hurt me like that. I only loosened the tape so I could sleep better. I couldn't stop the tears, this was so humiliating. 

His hands stroked my back and over my ass, I have to admit it calmed me down a little bit. But it also gave me a new problem..

"I-I need to use the bathroom..."

His hand suddenly stopped and the tension only grew. Then he gently pushed me off of him and I was quick to crawl to the corner of the mattress. 

"I'll be right back" he muttered under his mask and stood up. I was frozen as I watched him go away and then come back soon later, holding a bucket.

Oh no..

"You can use that" he placed it in the corner at the foot of the mattress. 

"What?"

He pointed at the bucket "if you have to go, then you can do it in the bucket"

He can't be serious, does he really expect me to pee in the bucket? What if I have to poop? I was half laying on my side because my butt still burned. I can't snap at him again, I have to be careful about this.

"W-why can't I just use the bathroom?" I asked and looked down.

"I don't trust you enough for that yet"

"P-please, I can't do it in a bucket, I'm not an animal.."

"You'll be fine, it's only until you've proven you can be trusted"

"But what if I have to do number two? And it will smell in here if my urine just sits there all day" I almost raised my voice. 

"I'll clean it out after each time you go"

My eyes went to the bucket, I hate this. Being half naked in this room, locked in the dark and have to pee in a bucket. This man is treating me like a dog. But I knew it would only get worse if I protest this option. I wanted so desperately to scream and cry again, but I couldn't..

"O-okay.." I stuttered "c-can I at least get some toilet paper?"

He looked at me for a while before finally answering "yes, I'll bring you some. Now eat your breakfast. I'll be back in a few hours"

Then he turned around and left.