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Part 17: Touch

He took a swig from his water bottle and Marilynn realized just then how parched her throat had become from the gag, which absorbed the saliva in her mouth. Everly looked down on her once again and crawled onto the bed beside her, making Marilynn's heart rate shoot up. He leant over her and placed his finger on her chin. She shivered as he traced her jawline and down her neck until he reached her sleeve, at which he halted.

"Better get this out of the way, shall we?" he said, looking into her eyes with a coy grin. With next to no warning, he ripped her shirt off, tearing the fabric apart before casting it aside and doing the same with her shorts. Now she was only in her underclothes and a good deal more vulnerable than before. The handcuffs bit into her wrists and ankles as she tried to shrink away. Everly only laughed heartlessly.

He ran his hands up and down her waist before reaching her breasts and groping them. Marilynn's scream was lost in the gag. Everly pulled out her ponytail and buried his face in her shoulder-length, chestnut hair. Meanwhile his hands snaked around her waist, pressing his clothed body against her bare one. Her cries into the gag went unheard as he bit parts of her neck, but then when Marilynn jerked away, or at least tried to, Everly sat up and looked down at her. "My goodness," he sneered, "You're cumming."

What? Coming?

She felt a wetness in the direction of her crotch and unfortunately knew what he meant. "Well, I guess you're going to be spending the night in the cellar," Everly said, getting up off her. She couldn't help but be relieved; even so, the tiniest part of her said, Already?

He tore the gag off, pulling the second cloth out of her mouth before unlocking the handcuffs around her wrists and ankles and shoving her back against the headboard. "Wrists," Everly ordered, and Marilynn reluctantly held them out in front of her. He grabbed a bundle of rope, cinching both her wrists and elbows together tightly. He then took his water bottle and pressed it against her lips, which she took as a cue to drink it.

"Don't swallow, stupid," he scolded her, pouring more water into her mouth. "It's for the fever medicine." He held up a powdery white pill and put it into her open mouth, which she swallowed first thing. Everly got off her, withdrawing his hand from her waist, which she hadn't even noticed until he took it off.

He waited until she climbed off the bed on wobbly legs and then seized her arm in a vicelike grip, holding the rest of the rope in his other hand. He walked her to the room in the basement, and once she had sat down on the cold, hard floor, Everly coiled rope around her legs, tying her ankles and knees. He then stood up to inspect his work, and when he seemed satisfied, he dealt her a kick in the side and left.

"Ow," Marilynn muttered, now that she actually could. She heard the front door slam, leaving the house in dead silence.