Bless Your Little Heart

FIVE

His words rang through my head, still repeating the question he asked me.

"Are you a virgin?"

It made me ill, just him even thinking of me in a sexual way. I didn't want this man anywhere near me.

"I asked why." I bluntly stated. Not even caring anymore, he was asking me questions I didn't want to answer, and I wouldn't if I didn't have to.

"I don't think I asked you that Madelyn, I asked you, are you a virgin." He angrily stated getting closer and closer as he spoke.

"I don't give a fuck, why the hell do you need to know!" Shouting hurt, my lungs were severely sore, I had no idea why. I assumed all the crying I've been doing hasn't helped.

Before I could blink I felt a hot pain sting into my left cheek, my face flying to the right. Tears welling in my eyes from the pain, words wouldn't come out as my breath hitched.

"IF I ASK YOU A QUESTION, YOU FUCKING ANSWER. OKAY BITCH?" He spat on me as he screamed due to his proximity, allowing his hand to fall to his side. Tears fell from my eyes as the pain singed into my skin more and more. Still unable to speak I looked up at the man, panting as I couldn't breathe.

"Speak." He muttered, grabbing my face and holding it tightly, letting out a gasp, my eyes widened from the pain of his grip on my fresh wound.

I looked into his eyes, tears still flowing down. I swallowed the spit forming in my mouth from the nauseous feeling. "Yes," I spoke defeated, feeling like I have nothing to fight for anymore. My will to live being far lower than my spirits. "Yes Im a virgin." I sobbed as I finished speaking, not even bothering to open my mouth for food as the nauseated feeling grew more and more by the second.

He leaned back down not bothering to get more spaghetti. Quickly typing something before putting his phone away.

"That was it. But since you made it so difficult you don't get to eat anymore." He seethed as he spoke, I turned my head as the saliva built in my mouth, spitting it out each time it grew.

"You don't care?" He laughed, standing up. Suddenly kicking the plate across the room, spaghetti sticking briefly to the walls before sliding down, leaving a red trail behind them.

I didn't bother to look as my stomach came up my throat and brought up all the contents inside. Undigested spaghetti laid along my legs, accompanied by the acid from my stomach. I dry heaved as I tried to get more to come up, the first time unsuccessful, the second time a success. This time I turned my head to the side as I threw up more stomach acid, as I'd throw up all the food left.

He stood in disgust looking down at me as I licked my lips, tasting the disgusting combination of spaghetti sauce and acid. "What the fuck." He uttered, still standing infront of me in pure shock. After a moment he walked out of the room, I didn't even notice at first since I was hanging my head down, the room was spinning from all the puking.

He came back with the keys and a pair of handcuffs in his hands, I slowly lifted my head to look at him as he unlocked my shackles. Freeing the blistered limbs from captivity. As he opened the second shackle I fell to the floor, my face stick to the cold concrete from all the sweat that has accumulated on my forehead.

He grabbed my hands quickly and tightened a his cuff around each, giving no room for movement, once again putting my sore wrists in captivity.

"Stand, let's go." He pulled my arm up from behind me and lead out the steel door, unfazed from leaving the small room after days of being locked up. I couldn't care anymore. I knew I was never getting home, from the way the man talked Im assuming I'll never see my family again.

He led me out the door and through a small hallway, turning right as we approached a door. Opening it revealed a cabin style bathroom. Wood decorating anything and everything it can. From the toilet seat, to the shelves in the shover, even the cabinets in the kitchen, all were the same wood. I looked to my right as we walked in and saw a shower curtain, hoping that is what he was doing.

I feel him tug at the waistband of my panties, I gasped waking up at the move. I slowly realized, he was never going to let me shower alone.

He turned on the shower and set it to a warm temperature. Turning back towards me as I leaned against the sink counter. He grabbed my arms flipping to where my back was facing him, he moved his hands to the clasp of my bra. Undoing it and watching the strapless top fall to the ground.

I felt his breath against my ear as he leaned into my body. "I'm not doing this for the reasons you think, but I'll definitely enjoy looking at it. You'll just fucking stink if you don't shower." He pulled away for the last sentence, abruptly pulling my underwear down, causing a gasp to escape my small lips.

Being fully exposed in front of him felt wrong, I felt dirty letting him see such a private side to me nobody else had saw before. I didn't want him to be the first to see me like this but here we are.

He looked into the mirror, seeing my exposed chest where my hands are handcuffed. Eyeing my small breasts, taking in his lower lip biting it softly. The gesture making me blush, not that I liked it. Just a man looking at me exposed like this has my body fucking confused.

He pulled me towards the shower, lifting my legs over the side before placing me in, the hot water beating down in my skin, but not as warm as I usually like it.

"Warmer." I muttered, letting the water fall over my face and down the front of my body. He rolled his eyes as he turned the water warmer. Steam emitting from the warmth, my skin tingling underneath.

"Warmer."

"It's going to burn." I felt him staring at me as I remained quiet, my eyes still squeezed shut. "Warmer." I repeated.

Annoyed at this point he throws the shower knob all the way over, bringing the temperature to a boil. Unfazed I stand still, just letting the water burn every inch of my body. After being froze for the past few days I welcomed the heat.

He picked up a bottle and squeezed the gel into his hand, slapping it onto my legs and rubbing the surface. Feeling his fingers move across my skin made my heart flutter. The way he massaged my thighs, getting all of the contents off made my stomach tense. The reaction my body was having to this interaction was nothing I wanted. I pleaded with myself in my mind to stop, stop liking his touch.

It was just nice to feel someone so close after being locked away, alone.

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