50 Days With Tony Stark

That Time of the Month

Author's note: Content warning-contains rape and abuse.  

For the next two days everything is normal. He rapes me as usual with some of the same things and some new ones, I get sick and throw up, and he feeds me. I've been throwing up every time he rapes me; so that's every single night.

On day twenty-nine, I wake up with a pain in my back and I know it can only mean one thing: my period is gonna start. How am I going to take care of this? This is gonna be a big mess. I don't know how I'm gonna tell him. He'll probably still wanna rape me.

By the time he comes home today, I've been sitting on the toilet for three hours. I made a small mess in my pants so I've been sitting on the toilet so I don't make an even bigger mess.

"Hello? Where are you?" He comes into the basement and looks around. He's finally wearing just normal clothes. Just a black t-shirt, jeans, and boots.

"Over here," I tell him because he was starting to sound worried. "Hey.."

"You ok?" He comes over to me and squats in front of me.

"Uh, I got period cramps." I smile weakly to make it look like I'm ok.

"Oh," is all he says. My cramps hurt so much this time; they're making me feel sick. I feel the vomit coming up to my chest. I try to put my head between my legs but some of it still gets on him.

"Sorry, Mr. Stark," I say as I lift my head back up. Oh shit, it's on his face. "I'm so sorry." He sighs.

"Looks like we're gonna have to do something about this." He stands up and fixes his pants...ew. He looks at me like he's trying to decide if I'm faking this. "Does it hurt that much?"

"Yes, it does. And it's messy. See?" I get off the toilet so he can look in. "Look. It's not that bad." He peeks in and scrunches up his face so much I can't help giggling.

"That's nasty. Flush the toilet will you? Since you have those cramps and you're bleeding we can take a break for tonight." He rolls his eyes when he says this.

"Oh, so no new toys or anything?" I'm happy because he's agreeing not to do it. I wouldn't be happy if he had just got mad and not said anything.

"Not tonight. I'm gonna be home a little late tomorrow. Do you wanna go back to bed?"

"Uh, I don't think I should. I'm gonna make a big mess."

"It's ok. Just go rest. It will be better tomorrow." I stare at him because I think he's making this a joke. Like he doesn't think it's that messy or something. "You'll see." He actually winks at me. Why does that give me butterflies?

When he comes home the next day, I'm sitting on the toilet even though he told me to go to sleep. I've been sitting here almost all day. It was very uncomfortable lying down with no tampon or pad. He comes down holding bags? What is that? He's wearing casual clothes again.

"You're back on the toilet again. Did you sleep at all?"

"I couldn't, I was uncomfortable," I say as he takes something out of one of the bags and sets the rest of them down. He comes over to me and gives it to me.

"Is this the right thing?" He's showing me a box of regular pads. Why does this make me giggle? "Ok, what? Did I get the wrong thing?"

"No, you didn't. I-"

"I have more." He goes over to his bags again and brings more stuff over. "I didn't know what everything was so I bought everything."

"You went shopping for these?" I smile at him but he just looks uncomfortable that we're talking about this. "Did anyone see you or ask questions?"