Chapter Thirty
H e dumps a bucket of water over me, and the cold shocks me awake.
It washes away the vomit that’s down my front.
“Who knew too many orgasms could make you ill?” He smiles at me, looking pleased with himself.
He snakes an arm around me, propping me up as he cuts the ropes that are holding me.
I collapse in his arms, and he scoops me up and carries me to his bedroom.
There’s a simple dress laid on the bed, and a steel tub of water on the floor. He lowers me into the lukewarm water, and he takes the few remnants of rags off my top half.
He strokes my back gently, and I can feel the welts from where he beat me with his belt.
Everything hurts.
But he wins.
I cannot fight him.
He takes a sponge and gently starts to clean me. “If you just behaved, I could be so good to you.”
“I know, Daddy,” I whisper hoarsely.
“There would be no need to be punished,” he murmurs, kissing my shoulder.
I nod. “I know, Daddy.”
I can’t fight him.
Pater will always win.
Once he’s finished rinsing me off, he helps me stand.
“I got you a new cane. I expect you to behave with it.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I say quietly.
He kneels down and wraps a bandage around the crusted bear trap wound.
“Put on your dress and come prepare breakfast. The children are waiting.”
I nod and hobble over to the bed.
He doesn’t leave the room, probably because still doesn’t trust me.
But I’ve learned my lesson.
My body aches from the way he pleasured me repeatedly.
It betrayed me, over and over again.
I sniff and slip on the dress over my figure. It stops just above my knees.
“No underwear needed, in case I want you to pleasure me.” He strokes my back gently. “Because we both know you want to make me happy, don’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy.” I nod submissively.
“Let’s go,” he says, motioning for me to go ahead. I hobble to the kitchen and take out a frying pan.
I cook scrambled eggs and make toast. I put it all on a tray, and shakily carry it to the dining room.
“Jocelyn!” Skylar says excitedly. “We haven’t seen you in so long.”
Richter stares at me cautiously and then looks at Daddy.
“Is she staying?” he asks.
“She’s staying. She’s a good girl.” He smiles at me. “Richter, help your mother with the food.”
He gets up obediently and comes to me, taking the tray from me and carrying it to the table.
“When we’re finished eating, Mommy and I are going to lie down for a little bit. You two can clean the dishes and pack them away.”
I know what he means by ‘lying down,’ and I want to cry.
I can’t take it anymore.
How does he do it?
The man is a fucking machine. There is no defeating him. There is no breaking the cycle.
“Jocelyn?” Daddy says. “Do you want to go first?”
I shake my head. “You always go first.”