Forced To Please {MxB}

6 | Escape

Rocco then released me from the handcuffs and I rubbed my overly sore wrists. I quickly rushed up and entered the bathroom, not bothering to ask for permission. I knew I would regret it later. 

I rushed over to the toilet and lifted the lid, and as soon as my head was over the toilet I emptied the contents of my stomach. There wasn't much, and within a few minutes I was throwing up bile. It hurt as my throat clenched and my stomach tightened. I would've cried had there been anymore tears left.

I felt disgusted with myself, and I quickly got up and rinsed my mouth out with water, trying to get the taste out my mouth. Not even the vomit would overpower it, and I continually rinsed my mouth out, spitting it out in the toilet before I got more. I didn't want to swallow the water, my throat hurt too much. It reminded me of the times when I was a kid and I got strep throat, although this hurt so much more, mainly because of what the soreness meant.

I continued doing this until Ezra angrily stormed into the bathroom, pulled me up, and locked me in my room. It was always strange to me that the lock was on the outside of the door, but Rocco and Ezra made use of it all the time. 

I curled up into a small ball in the center of the floor, and just tried not to think. My head was swarming and I still felt sick, my stomach wouldn't settle and it felt like I was going to throw up again, despite my stomach containing nothing in it. I didn't want to feel miserable for myself as I wrapped my arms around my stomach and tried to sleep, but I couldn't, not without Darius here.

I continued laying like that for I wasn't sure how long. I could see a clock if I rolled over, but I felt too weak to. Was I being over dramatic? It felt like I was.

The natural light in the room slowly started disappearing as the hours passed, and I could feel my breath begin to shudder. I hoped I wasn't getting ready to have a panic attack and I tried to swallow it down as best as I could. 

It worked for a few moments, but it came back stronger than ever. I knew that tears would've been leaking out my eyes if they could, but I was too dehydrated and I had exhausted all my water from crying earlier.

I glanced around the quickly darkening room, welcoming the darkness. It would have been best for me to get on the bed, as my body was beginning to feel numb, but I didn't move. The room was slowly growing colder with the oncoming night, since I was sure that they heat wasn't on. Those two monsters didn't need heat to stay warm, it seemed they thrived off the pain of Darius and I.

"Kitten, get up." Ezra suddenly said, and I visibly jumped. I hadn't even heard him come in, and from his tone of voice he didn't sound too pleased. I got up as quickly as I could, but it must've been too slow for him because as soon as I was on my feet I was slammed against the wall. I groaned as my head hit the wall, and I closed my eyes as though it would get rid of some of the pain.

His large hands wrapped around my neck and I gasped as he cut off my breathing. He chuckled a bit as my face began turning red, and I tried to pry his hands off me. It only annoyed him and he rolled his eyes before tightening his grip.

"You should know better than to try to resist me Kitten, or should I carve it into your skin so that you'll never forget?" He said and I quickly shook my head before removing my hands from his. I didn't want him getting anywhere near me with something sharp, because it always meant pain that I didn't think was possible.

"I'm sorry master, I'll be good." I choked out, and he nodded his head before loosening his grip. I coughed violently as my hands flew up to my throat, and I was sure that it would bruise. My throat had taken too much damage today, I had to be good so that it could heal properly.

"Hurry up and make dinner. You and Darius won't be eating today." He commented before exiting the room. I quickly tried to pull myself together before I left the room, and neither Ezra nor Rocco were in sight. Darius lay on the couch appearing to be sleeping peacefully, but I was sure he was having a nightmare.