Chapter 47
Hannah
Don’t act shy now.
Saying I slept like shit is an understatement. My arms cycled between aching, going numb, and tingling back to life. Over and over. I spent the night switching positions, trying to keep as much blood flow in my hands and arms as possible.
My shoulders and fingertips have been the biggest sources of pain. The unnatural position of my shoulder joint, combined with the fact that it has been held there for so long, is painfully obvious. Every movement is a reminder of exactly how trapped I am. Which I know is exactly what Diesel wants.
He wants to remind me not only that I am trapped, but that he is in control of my body and my future here.
A part of me wonders if I had been more docile from the start, maybe he would have been any kinder to me.
But I know that’s just the pain and sleep deprivation talking.
A man like him gets off on treating women like this, no matter how pleasant I am to him.
My full bladder forces me out of bed, which turns into an awkward rolling situation. Doing my best not to lean on my already sore arms, I swing my legs over and land on both feet at once.
I stop just before the bathroom when I realize I have underwear on and no easy way out of them.
Dread knots in my gut as I weigh my only two real options.
Get in the shower again to pee and rinse myself off, but I’ll have to deal with being wet again.
Or sit on the toilet and pee through my underwear.
Both options sound terrible.
Maybe I can work the waistband down with my fingertips enough to shimmy out of them.
Fuck, but that leaves me completely exposed for the next fucker who comes through that door.
A dry laugh escapes my mouth. Does it really matter if I’m dressed or naked in here?
Is the outcome of what happens in this room not going to be the same regardless?
With my bladder screaming at me, I decide to give it a shot and see if I can’t get the underwear off.
Being wet from the shower or being soaked with pee both sound worse than being exposed for the foreseeable future.
At least this means that any future trips to the bathroom won’t be met with any barriers.
Slipping the pointer and middle finger of my right hand into my waistband, I push down and around to the right as far as my reach allows, then do the same toward the left.
Over and over, I repeat the motion, curving my back and dropping my weight toward my heels.
Thankfully, my line of work made me relatively flexible.
Hell, who thought stripping would ever come in handy?
I’m able to get the garment to my thighs, then do a little shimmy with my knees until the panties fall at my feet. Sweet victory.
Rushing to the toilet, I open the lid with my big toe and sit down heavily with a sigh of relief.
When I’m finished, I shake myself off as I imagine a man would, since I can’t wipe, and make my way back to the bed.
I don’t exactly want to sit on the sheets, considering.
.. so I aim for the towel I slept on and plant my ass.
Staring out the window at the expansive desert, I can tell it’s still very early.
The sun hasn’t yet crested over the distant hills.
If this were any other day, I would only now be heading to bed, not getting up.
As much as I would love to sleep my time here away, my empty stomach and burning wrists aren’t going to allow that to happen.
There’s a sound at the door, and I jump.
The key slides in, and I’m frozen, torn between hiding my half-naked body and staying where I am.
Choosing to stay seated, I watch as the door opens and a food cart rolls in.
I’m so hungry I don’t even care what’s on the tray.
I need something, anything in my system.
While this whole forced intermittent fasting thing is probably great for weight loss, I’m feeling weak. And weak is not something I want to be while here.
Once the door is closed and I am alone again, I stalk over to the cart to see what’s on it. A cup of what looks to be orange juice, a piece of toast, oatmeal, and an apple. Tears fill my eyes before I can stop them. There is nothing on this tray I can eat without a struggle.
I decide on the toast first, turning my head and bending over to take a bite. It takes a few tries to figure it out, but I finally catch the edge of it. The delicious carbs make my mouth water, and I let out a low groan.
Who knew toast could be so damn good? Using my tongue to guide the bread into my mouth before each bite, I finish the whole piece in record time for someone who can’t use her hands.
With great effort, I actually managed to finish the oatmeal and most of the juice, surprising myself by how much I can do without my hands.
But still, I decide against trying for the apple.
Not wanting to waste it, I pick it up with my teeth and drop it into the small drawer of the nightstand.
I might get used to eating once a day after a while, but I’d be stupid not to stash a snack.
After a few tries, I turn the faucet on with my foot and catch the water in my mouth under the stream.
The orange juice was good, but it wasn’t enough to quench my thirst. With the tap as my only source of water, I haven’t been drinking nearly enough, and I need to change that.
I stay under the flow for a long while, drinking until I feel full.
Just as I shut the water off, the door opens again.
The running water must have muffled the sound of the lock.
My feet barely touch the floor as I move to peek out from the bathroom.
I see a man take the food cart and slip out, and my shoulders finally drop as I release the breath I’ve been holding.
Every time that door opens, I swear my heart stops beating.
Right before the door clicks shut, it swings wide again. Diesel steps through.
“Ah, look at you,” he says, his eyes roaming over my exposed skin. “I see you’re already ready for me. You see, I came to tell you we haven’t heard from your Ol’ Man yet, but now I have other things I’d like to do.”
He stalks toward me like a snake to a mouse, predatory in all the worst ways. Tucking my chin to my chest, I cower away from him, the memory of our last encounter flooding back.
“Don’t act shy now. Where’s that fire you had before?” He laughs like it’s actually funny, but I stay frozen.
“Have you finally realized you’re nothing but a hole to be filled?” He tsk’s, the sound cutting like a knife in the quiet room. “Oh, it’s not so bad. You can find enjoyment in knowing you’ve made a lot of men feel very good while they use you.”
My gaze stays on the floor, my body unmoving.
“Go to the bed,” he commands.
Against every screaming fiber in my body, I listen.
Standing by the mattress, I force myself to look him in the eyes. I need him to know he hasn’t broken me. I am hurt, bound, scared, and alone. I am bruised and filthy.
But I am not broken, and definitely not by him.
Breaking me would bring Diesel far too much joy, and I find a small satisfaction in withholding that from him.
“Good. Now put your face in the mattress so I can see that pussy.”
The sound of boots against the carpet tells me of his approach, a split second before his hands forcefully grip my ass. Spreading me open, he lets out a low groan before dropping his hands.
The rasp of a zipper follows. My eyes squeeze shut, bracing for the impact.
“Has anyone taken this ass yet? Or do I get to be first?” He spits on my backside, the wetness cold against my skin.
Placing both hands on my hips, he lines himself up to violate me. Terrified of the pain, a steady breath in is the only defense I have. I fill my lungs the same way I breathed when I got my nose pierced. It helped then. Maybe it will work now.
“Boss.” A voice calls through the door, followed by a heavy knock.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Joey. What is it? I’m busy.”
“I’m sorry, Boss, but that new client is here.”
Diesel lets out a groan, his hands finally leaving my hips.
“Looks like someone else might get this ass before I do. It’s a pity. Such a pretty hole.” The rasp of his zipper followed by the fading thud of his boots tells me he’s leaving, but I don’t dare move.
“You might as well stay just like that. This client is a referral, and they specifically requested you. Told you you’d make me a shitload of money.”
The door clicks shut behind him, and I can’t stand up fast enough. Rushing to the bathroom, I make it just in time for my breakfast to come back up.