Spearmint

18. Julia

August 2018

Three days. It was three days before he came to get her. She had practically stayed in the bed for the entire three days only getting up to use the garbage pail as a toilet and only when she needed to. She hadn't drank or ate anything, she had nothing to eat and she was too depressed to get out of bed to drink. All she wanted to do was die.

When he pulled her out of the cellar he didn't say anything he just dragged her into the bathroom and made her sit in the shower with only the cold water on.

She couldn't remember how long she stayed in there but she faintly remembered when he turned the water off and threw her a towel. She was allowed to pat herself dry before she was changed into the blue dress. She wasn't allowed any undergarments.

He dragged her back down the stairs where the body of the poor girl laid on an old blue tarp in front of the washer and dryer; She surprisingly still had her clothes on. Muse made her move the body before she was made to do the laundry.

Muse sat with her smoking a cigarette in the corner, occasionally he would walk over and lean over her. She was forced to wait for every load to be done and it took hours!

"This is your punishment," he told her.

"May I speak?" she hoped that going back to the old ways would make him soften.

"No," he told her.

She stayed silent and allowed him to force her into doing more house chores. It was like that all day. He never left her side and he made her clean everything minus the one bedroom which he ended up telling her it was his grandparents room, and it would be disrespectful to touch it.

When she cleaned their room she wasn't allowed to clean under the bed, he insisted on doing it at a later date.

At the end of the day she was allowed to make dinner, she was even allowed to eat it under the condition that she sat on his lap and ate.

In desperation she agreed, she needed food she had been seeing black dots all day.

She had to make dinner, she made a chicken casserole which she found in the cookbook he had bought her after the wedding.

She put the plates down and Muse helped her sit comfortably on his lap. She was thankful that she was finally able to eat.

At first he had just rested his hand on her bare thigh but after a couple bites of the casserole he moved it up and soon enough her dress was pulled and his fingers were against her womanhood.

She felt like she wanted to puke, no she needed to. She wanted to rip his hand off her and slap the daylight out of him but she was too weak and too depressed. She knew that she wouldn't be able to survive much longer living with him.

Suicide had crossed her mind but she knew she would need enough time alone. She knew if she slit her wrists she wouldn't have enough time to bleed out and if she tried to hang herself he would just come in and pull her down.

At one point in the dinner his middle finger started sliding into her, it was an uncomfortable sensation especially since she was not wet at all! She tried to ignore the feeling of his finger but when he started to move it in and out she couldn't help but feel annoyed and disgusted.

Her body started to react in a survival mode at the new intrusion and started to produce her vagina's natural lubricant. She felt disgusted at the fact that she was becoming wet but she knew it was only her body's way of keeping her safe and keeping her vagina safe.

She heard him let out a chuckle as he took another bite of his food,

He probably thinks he is an expert, her brain sneered. She couldn't help but to smile at her own humor. She wanted to laugh but she knew she would have to explain why she was laughing and Muse would have not been happy at her.