Test the Waters (Cracker x Reader)

Keeping Busy

If anything, Cracker was a man of his word. He wasted no time dragging you to his mansion on the island and giving you your first experience with a real rough handling in the bedroom. He took his time too, spending a few hours using you to pleasure himself in a multitude of different ways. It hadn't even been a week since he took your virginity and difference between the treatment you received then and now was night and day. He used your mouth until your jaw ached and throat felt like it was on fire. From there he took your rear entrance. The pain from that was so much worse than your first time with him. It left you trembling and in a daze like no other.

It was hard to control yourself and not make any pained noises or ask him to be gentle but you pulled through. You grit your teeth and fought the tears that constantly threatened to spill from your eyes. He enjoyed watching you struggle, wearing his creepy smile as he continually reminded you what your worth was to him. You were more focused on muffling yourself than paying attention to him and it worked in your favor. You thought he'd get even more aggressive since he couldn't get what you thought was the reaction he wanted but he was content to satisfy himself and hurt you in the process.

By the time it was all said and done, it was late enough in the evening that he just rolled over and went to sleep, leaving you to figure out how to process everything that happened. You decided right then and there that you'd do everything you could to avoid him in the future. If you had to deal with this monster more than necessary, you'd lose yourself.

The next day you woke up before him, which was great, Cracker was tolerable when he slept. He was peaceful, looking almost harmless if it wasn't for his scar and chiseled build. The issue was he had his arm draped across your waist and his face nestled into the crook of your neck. Having him so close after the night before made your skin crawl.

As carefully as you could, you picked up his arm and slowly slid out from under him. A small, irritated grumble left him but he didn't wake up. You padded away from the bed, trying not to limp from residual pain radiating from your backside. As much as you'd like to wallow in self pity and spend a day hiding away from your responsibilities, there was too much you had to do. Not to mention you had no idea where anything was around here so you still had to get your bearings of the place.

You picked up your discarded clothes from last night and threw them back on, all your other stuff didn't make it in the room before you did so you were stuck with dirty clothes for the day. The whole time Cracker stayed out cold, letting out small snores occasionally. You snuck out of the room, closing the door softly behind you before searching for the kitchen. If you ate first you could avoid running into Cracker there later and get a rough idea of the mansion's layout, hopefully before he even got up.

The more you moved the more the pain became tolerable and you were able to go around the place pretty quickly. You found a couple different interesting rooms before finding the kitchen. There was a small library that doubled as a sitting room, it looked like it didn't get much use but Cracker seemed like the kind of person who had other hobbies. Past that you happened across a room that could pass for a gym and then another that had to be an office. Both looked like they got a lot more use than the library and you took a mental note to stay away from them.

You were drawn to the kitchen by the smell of something cooking. Of course whatever staff was here would be up and working already but you were okay with that. From what you've learned over the last couple weeks, the Charlotte staff tended to be much easier to deal with then the family themselves.

Walking into the kitchen was a little awkward. Apparently Cracker didn't just go into rooms mostly used by staff. When you did, they all stopped what they were doing, giving you startled stares as they didn't expect someone to come in.