Broken Doll {ManxMan}

CHAPTER 5

My hips were aching when I woke up, my head stung from where I'd hit it against the wall, and it felt as if my throat had been crushed, even breathing hurt. My arms felt strained, like they were being held above my head, and something cold was on my thighs. My eyes seemed to be glued shut from my tears, it took a lot of struggling to peel them open, and I cringed away from the light when I finally managed it, freezing when I heard the telling jingle of chains.

The shock had me snapping my eyes open and looking up, my heart pounding when I realized I was chained up with my hands above my head, hanging in the middle of Vinet's room down in the bunker wearing nothing but thin boxers. Looking down, I could see thin streaks of red down my thighs to my knees, nearly choking on my breath and pinching my eyes closed.

Bay never hurt me before. My entire life from the moment we met, he only ever touched me carefully, hugged me so I felt secure and safe, even after he started losing his mind and the world went to shit, he never once attempted to harm me or scare me on purpose. Now... I don't think he could do anything else to hurt me... not after this.

I guess I wasn't surprised, he took the whole concept of rape as a power thrill, some way to control himself and other people, and I think in a way he feels like he's getting revenge against his mother's killer, a man, because he's never raped women, only men and boys. It had to be some psychological way of coping with his mother's death, that's what I told myself, but it didn't make me feel better about the fact he just coped using me.

Then again, it just came out I'd betrayed him, and that I'd been betraying him for a while now. It was unlikely he knew just how deeply I'd turned against him, or I'd probably be worse off. Sure, I was trapped like a criminal with no way out, in quite a bit of pain from Bay's assault, but it could be worse. Demi went through worse, I should consider myself lucky all Bay did was strangle and rape me. How screwed up was it that I figured getting raped was okay?

It was freezing in Vinet's room, my head was spinning and I was shaking, my teeth chattering, tensing up when the door in front of me opened and Roy walked in, a grim expression on his face as he closed the door with his foot, hands still stuffed in his pockets as he turned to face me, eyes raking over me slowly before meeting my gaze.

"You look like shit," he stated, and I narrowed my eyes at him, watching nervously as he walked over to the silver table against the left wall that held hundreds of tools for torture.

"Where's Bay?" I dared to ask as he pulled the bandana from around his neck and folded it so he could tie it around his head, using it to keep his hair out of his eyes like a headband.

"Busy," he replied, holding up a long silver bladed knife with barbs on one side, "Kind of calming down from all this. Cooper only worked for us for a little, but now we need to find a replacement. Two replacements, actually," he turned to me, walking closer so he could grab my face with his hand, squeezing my cheeks painfully, "You know, admittedly, I really liked you. You weren't like the rest of these idiots, and Bay trusted you. That, to me, meant you were special. Now? Well, you're just like the rest of them."

"I didn't do anything wrong," I said with a shaky voice, "I need to talk to Bay."

"No, you don't," Roy pressed the flat side of the knife against my face, dragging it down, "He's given me strict orders, orders I'm always given. Information, by any means. It's shocking he'd give them to me, considering you were, up until last night, his most trusted advisor, but that's the way it's gotta be I suppose."

He stepped back, tossing the knife onto the table, "I really don't want to, though," he said, and my eyes widened slightly, "Like I said, I liked you. So...," he shrugged, "this is gonna suck for me about as much as it is for you, but orders are orders."