Chapter 8
Oakley
I had just gotten back on the bed, finding a comfortable position that didn’t hurt my butt after using the bathroom when Collin entered the room. He didn’t bother to knock, just walked in like it was his house.
Of course, I didn’t get a say in any of it. It wasn’t my house, my room, or even my bed. Heck, the shirt I wore wasn’t mine. Nothing of me was mine.
“How are you feeling, little one?” His voice was soft as he fiddled with the IV bag, unhooking it from me.
“Okay.” My whispered word was just loud enough for him to hear. I wasn’t, but oh well. I’d have to live another day.
“Sabastian has cream for your…marks and blisters. It needs to be put on twice a day. Best after a shower at the end of the day.” Collin put a band-aid over the spot the needle had been in on my arm, before packing everything away. “He also has some meds that you will take if he says you need to.”
I nodded, letting my gaze stay on the bed.
“Donny…the man you were with before,” he waited until I glanced at him, “is no longer alive. You are to follow whatever Sabastian wants.”
Great, I thought.
“He won’t hurt you. He’ll treat you well, and give you a great life here.”
I breathed, knowing that wasn’t true. Sir always said that if I ever got into the hands of another man, I’d wish I’d be back with him. He said he was kind when compared to others.
A single tear leaked out before I could swipe it away.
“Come on, up you get. Sabastian has dinner ready for you.”
With a drawn-out sigh, wanting to do just about anything but leave the safety of the bed, I pushed myself up.
Wearing only the shirt, I followed Collin from the room. My steps were slow. Hell, everything was moving too slowly around me.
Maybe I didn’t sleep enough after that super short nap.
“He won’t care about your…thumb. Not like Donny,” Collin said quietly as we started the descent on the stairs.
I had long since given up trying not to act like a baby at certain times. Because fighting it when Sir wanted me to do just that in some form of twisted game hadn’t helped.
“He’s in the kitchen that way,” Collin pointed me in the direction. “Go on. Be a good boy.”
My heart sank. I wasn’t good.
My feet shuffled towards the kitchen, and the smell of whatever was cooking.
Collin waited until I was out of sight before the soft click of the front door registered in my mind.
Instantly, I froze in place, head down, heart heavy in my chest as I realized I was once again, left alone with a man.
One that could, and would, hurt me worse than what I’ve already been through.
“Have a seat,” Sabastian said over his shoulder.
Where? On the floor, where I stood? At the counter, where two stools sat? Or at the table? Or….
I hated open-ended games. Whatever option I picked was going to be wrong.
I could feel his eyes watching me as my gaze went from the three options, back and forth. Panic, although not nearly as bad as it had been earlier, started to set in. I could feel my lungs trying to close up and my chest cave in.
What would Sir want me to do? What place would he pick once I picked the wrong one?
It wasn’t often I ate anywhere but in my room, as it was.
The times that Sir had been at the table, was when he tormented me with food.
He’d have me kneel at its side, telling me to open my mouth to hand feed me, to give me dog food instead of whatever he’d make.
I’d end up choking in shock, and sometimes even gagging when it was wet pet food.
But I deserved it. I was a pet. A plaything. I wasn’t human, and my needs were only an embarrassment to any man.
Sabastian didn’t bother to repeat himself, leaving me standing there, hands gripped tightly at my sides in fists. I was already failing.
I gave up, dipping my chin to my chest. I just stood there, waiting for either clearer orders or a slap to the head.
Sabastian moved around the kitchen, taking a couple of things to the table before sitting down. When I still didn’t move, he called my name.
Taking that as a hint, I moved quickly to his side before falling to my knees by his chair. Keeping my back straight, thighs mostly holding my weight instead of my knees, I kept my butt off my feet just enough to not touch the heated skin.
He huffed but otherwise didn’t comment.
Keeping my gaze trained on the floor, hair hiding my face from his view, I shifted just a tiny bit, my back already aching.
I was sore, my body desperately wanted rest. But the rest wasn’t for things like me. I was to be used.
So lost in thought, or maybe it was more like lost in keeping the thoughts at bay and kneeling perfectly, I jerked when a hand brushed some of my hair behind my ear. Not that it stayed there.
“Although I like the idea of you kneeling next to me,” he mumbled, “sit in a chair, Oakley.”
Scrambling, I did just that. I tripped over my feet before falling a bit ungracefully into a chair. The seat was soft, but it still caused a spike of pain to radiate through me.
“It should be cooled off now. Eat. Slowly.” He pushed a bowl of soup towards me, the spoon sticking out of it.
I glanced at him before slowly pulling it closer to me, afraid he’d change his mind and take it back. All he did was give me a small smile.
I didn’t eat it slow. Once I started, so used to having very little time to eat anything before it was taken away, I ate quickly. It was more than I was used to having, leaving my stomach protesting.
“I said slow, Oakley.”
Crap.
I sniffed, my stomach rolling for a whole new reason. My arms wrapped around my torso, hoping it’d hide the shaking from within.
“I have very few rules here,” he said, standing and taking both of our bowls, mine empty “One is to always follow my directions. If I tell you to do something, I expect it to be followed. That’s twice in ten minutes you ignored me.”
Double crap.
Knowing I was already in trouble, I slipped from the chair, falling to my knees. The cold tile seeped into my skin as I bent over, touching my forehead to the floor, pushing my butt up, and waiting for punishment.
Following my instincts sometimes helped. Most of the time, not really. But what else did I have?
Disappointment fell over me like a boulder crashing down from a hill. It sat on my shoulders, heavy, weighing me down.
A thumb snuck into my mouth, where I clamped my teeth around it so I didn’t make a single sound.
Sabastian’s feet walked away, then the water turned on. I stayed right where I was, my legs falling asleep beneath me.
Breathing as shallowly as I possible could, I kept my ears on every single movement the man-made. His shooed feet shuffled as he moved from one step to the next. His huffs of breath were deep in his chest. The dishes clanked as he put them in the dishwasher.
Then, he walked back towards me. He stopped in front of me. “Stand up, Oakley.”
Expecting the order, I was surprised it was spoken sadly, almost.
I quickly stood, hoping my legs would hold me up. My eyes stayed pinned to the floor, now at his feet. My toes flexed against the floor where I stood.
“Go get ready for bed. Use the bathroom, and wash your face. There’s a toothbrush under the sink.”
With tears clouding my vision, I turned and walked as fast as I dared. My cheeks were heated in embarrassment.
Would my punishment be given in the bedroom? Was it something I’d never had before?
I did everything I could as quickly as I could in the bathroom. It took forever to pee as I sat on the toilet, pushing my penis downward to make sure there wouldn’t be a single drop outside of the bowl.
I shivered, remembering having to lick up a mess one time. I didn’t want a repeat of that. No, thank you.
By the time I was done, Sabastian thankfully wasn’t in the room yet. Laying on the bed on my back, hands at my sides, I waited with bated breath.
I wasn’t even sure this was the bed I was to sleep in. Maybe I was to stay on the floor. But then I remembered that Collin said there was cream to put on to help soothe the burning ache, but I didn’t know where that was. And Sabastian hadn’t said anything about it.
Before I could get up and relook in the bathroom, since maybe I had overlooked it by accident, I heard heavy steps in the hallway. I once more checked that I was lying just like Sir liked me too. My hands were firmly at my sides, waiting to be tied down so the torture could start.
“Lift your shirt.” His voice startled me enough to do what he said almost instantly.
My eyes flashed open as something cold was swiped around the front of me.
“Just the cream,” Sabastian hushed.
He didn’t touch more than he needed before he had me turn to my front and he could cover my backside. Instantly, the heat cooled, and my body relaxed just a bit.
Sabastian put the shirt back over me, then pulled up a blanket from the end of the bed. I turned enough to look at him questionably.
What was my punishment for misbehaving?
“You’ve been through a lot the last couple of days,” he spoke, capping the tube of cream.
“I’m not going to hurt you for not knowing what I wanted of you.
I’ll be clearer next time. Tonight, you are to rest. If you need to use the bathroom, do so.
You are not to leave this house. If you do, the doors and windows have an alarm that will wake me up and anything Donny did to you will be a piece of cake compared to what I’ll do. ”
I nodded once. He didn’t have to worry about me trying to run, least of all in the dark.