Captive

Three maids

*Present Time*

He grabs the bandages, the small white tube, and the bottle of hydrogen peroxide that lay on the bed. He walks towards me, grabbing my arm and pulling me back into the bathroom. We reach the sink and he turns me to face him before he grabs the backs of my thighs and lifts me. I whimper in pain as he sets my ass on the cold counter top. He washes his hands then grabs the bottle and starts pouring it over my wounds. I suck in air through my gritted teeth trying not to scream. He pats the wounds dry after the liquid stops fizzing. Grabbing the white tube he squeezes the thick substance onto his fingertip. He starts to apply it to the various wounds he's caused.

He is uncomfortably close and gentle with every movement, taking care to not cause undue pain. I take in his sharp features. His eyebrows S-shaped, curving above his hooded eyes, thick lashes adorning his lids. A roman nose sculpted onto his face with strong cheekbones on either side. His pronounced cupids bow arcing over full lips. Milky skin so flawless it could have been painted by a god.

The feel of gauze on my wounds causes me to wince and my body jerks. He grabs my left hip to steady me.

"Do not move." he growls.

He wraps the bandage around my ribs. Securing it to me before pulling me from the counter and doing the same to my right thigh. Lastly, he unwraps a big bandage before placing it on the torn flesh of my right hip. Fingers lace around my palms making me hiss at the pain, pulling away. He grabs the fingers of my right hand, turning it to observe the raw skin of my palm. His free hand grabs my left hand, turning it to see only a couple scraps. He grabs the bottle again pouring the liquid over the raw skin, I cry out closing my eyes. The fizzing is over soon enough before cloth is dabbing at the broken skin. Cream applied and bandages wrapped around the appendages.

This time he grabs my wrist pulling me out to the bedroom. He pulls me in front of the bed where the black and white maids outfit lays.

"Put it on my little pet." I stand looking at it.

Cold fingertips glide up my back, giving me chills. They continue up my neck. He reaches underneath my long hair and grabs a handful of it, cranking my head back. I yelp in pain as tears start to well up in my eyes.

"I said put it on, that means now." He tightens his grip before giving me a hard shove forward. I stagger towards the bed, landing face-first on the soft surface with my bottom in a clear view of his eyes. Before I can stand, he places his icy hands on my ass.

"I can not lie," he pinches my bottom between his fingers before continuing, "I love this view." The weight of his body leans on me as he gets close enough to whisper in my ear. "It makes me want to do all sorts of naughty things to this supple body of yours." He grinds his hips on my backside. I let out a whimper and my lip trembles in fear. He licks my neck, making me shiver. A groan escapes his lips. "I can smell your fear, it only excites me. It makes me crave you even more than I do now." He shutters before inhaling more of my scent.

"P-please master, stop." I squeak out in fear. He stops his movements immediately.

"Do not worry Rose, I am not going to take your virginity." He gets off me. I turn to face him with tears running down my cheeks. He brings his hand up to my face and wipes away the tears. A wicked smile takes over his lips. "Not yet anyway. But one day I will steal that precious flower of yours." He squeezes my bruised cheek as if I were a child. "Now get dressed."

"Yes, master." I gulp, turn to the bed once again and start to grab the uniform laid before me. It wasn't easy to put it on. The many layers of fabric made it difficult and was very painful to pull over the bandaged cuts of my torso. I pull the long, black stockings over my feet, wincing as the fabric wraps around my right thigh.