Poisoned Innocence - discontinued.

Chapter 5.

                                                                                   Zonnique.

I had to sit in that room for a few minutes or so, butt planted on the plush white bedding, until I came to my senses.

August had turned me on, for real.

He had turned me on so much that my womanhood was still pleasurably tingling. I wanted it to stop. I hated knowing that August had so much power over me. That he could turn me on so badly as to make me orgasm without even removing any clothing from my body. It was heart shattering.

I heard August's bedroom door slam close and I jumped from the sudden sound. I covered my mouth as I felt a slight burning sensation in my throat, rising to my taste-buds. I gagged a little before I had to quickly run to the bathroom and let it all out in the toilet. Before I got there, some of the puke trailed to the bathroom.

I heaved and heaved until my stomach felt clear of that nasty feeling in the pit of my tummy. I finally felt like I was finished and I wiped the corner of my mouth with the back of my hand. I put down the toilet seat and rested my head upon it, silently crying.

I had no idea why I was crying. I knew that I didn't want to have any feelings toward August, except bad ones. Yet, there I laid, enjoying him dry hump me. I wasn't sure if that was why I was crying. Maybe I was crying because I missed my family, or maybe I was crying because I wanted to get out of this situation completely.

Finally, I stood from the tile floors, using the sink as support and I stood in front of the mirror. Looking at myself, there was mascara and eyeliner running all down my cheeks. I sighed and swept my hand through my mop of short blonde curls sitting on the top of my head. I, then, snatched a clean small towel off of the rack and wet it a little.

As I started to clean my face, I felt a presence behind me. I quickly looked up, looking at August behind me through the mirror. I gasped and turned around, facing him. "I thought you were in your room." I commented, kind of covering my mouth when I spoke. I hadn't brushed my teeth yet and my mouth still had that tart taste from the previous load of vomit.

He scanned the carpet floors outside of the bathroom that led to my room. "I see you threw up." He rubbed the back of his neck, not responding to my initial comment.

"I'll clean it up." I quickly volunteered.

"Of course you will." A small chuckle escaped from his lips. "Now clean yourself up, and clean up this mess. I'll be back in a few hours, and you better be in this house." He said demandigly. "Or the next time, your punishment will be much more non-forgiving." He said, a smirk appearing on his lips.

I cringed. "I will be here." I reassured, getting slightly annoyed.

He replied with a silent nod then he disappeared down the halls. I turned back around towards the mirror. I brushed my teeth and washed my face, then I proceeded to get undressed. I pulled down my leggings and pulled my shirt over my head, tossing it to the side. I turned on the shower and pulled the curtain back, stepping in.

I scrubbed my skin so hard as if there were a nasty substance stuck to my bare skin. I scrubbed so hard, my skin actually turned a light shade of red, and it burned immensely. Every part of my skin that August kissed with his wet lips, I scrubbed two times harder than any other part of my body.

I even scrubbed my lips.

When I felt like I was fresh once again, I turned off the water and wrapped my body in a thick towel. My feet squished against the tile floors with each step I took. I made sure to avoid the throw up as I sauntered back into my bedroom. I threw on some house clothes and tied a black bandana around my head.