Chapter 11
Oakley
A whimper escaped before I could stop it. I clenched my eyes tight, willing the sounds and the pain to go away.
I was used to pain, but not this type of pain. It felt like my insides were about to explode.
I had tried to go to the bathroom a number of times throughout the night, but there had been no release. Only more pain, tears, and defeat.
Pulling myself into a ball, then quickly putting my legs out a bit as the pain in my lower stomach grew at the action, I didn’t stop to think as I bit around my thumb.
My teeth sunk into the flesh, no doubt leaving indents.
But I didn’t care, not when another cramp came forth, causing my breath to hitch.
“What’s wrong?” Sabastian was there, running a soft hand up and down my back.
I shook my head, afraid to talk. If I uttered one simple noise, all the pent-up pain would surely escape.
I breathed through the pain, hoping it’d all just magically disappear.
The man moved off the bed, clicking on a light before rounding to kneel in front of me. Through slitted eyes, I half glared at, half pleaded, with Sabastian.
Could he take away the pain? Or would he add to it?
“What’s wrong, little one?” He swiped a hand over my face, moving the hair from my sweaty skin. My eyes clenched closed again as another cramp came.
I had no clue what I could look like, other than an ugly mess that shouldn’t even be alive.
“Oh, honey. You’re all bloated, aren’t you?”
His hand gently rubbed at my stomach, his touch both nice and hurtful at the same time. Any pressure at all made a burst of pain shoot through me.
I whimpered. “Hurts.”
“I know. Come on, let’s get that taken care of.”
I shook my head. There was no way I could move. Every movement hurt more and more. It pulled at my stomach, and my insides felt like they were being pulled apart.
“Come on, Oakley.” He coaxed, helping me to sit up.
My thumb didn’t leave my mouth, and my teeth clamped harder against the skin and bone as I shuffled alongside Sabastian. I leaned more on him, hunched over as he led the way toward the bathroom.
“Stay right there for just a second,” he said, helping me to lean against the sink.
Yeah, that wasn’t going to happen. I didn’t care what type of punishment he’d dish out, but there was no way I could keep standing.
I fell to the floor, the cold tile seeping into my skin as I curled up right there, not caring about anything other than the pain to go away.
Sabastian wasn’t gone long, returning with a few towels and some sort of box.
“Scoot closer to the toilet. It’ll make it easier,” he mumbled, laying the towels on the floor where he wanted me.
It took a few minutes, but I got my body to move, crawling and hunched over. And one-handed. I refused to let my thumb from my mouth. It was the only thing stopping me from flat-out sobbing.
“Good boy,” Sabastian soothed, running a hand along my back as I settled on the makeshift towel. “Have you ever had an enema before?”
I shook my head, blurry eyes watching him as he opened the box. He pulled out a bottle, a thin long nozzle on the top.
“It’ll help clear you out.”
If it had been any other time, my eyes would have widened and panic would set in. But all I could think of was finding relief. I’d do almost anything.
Sabastian ran the sink water for a bit, and my eyes closed against another cramp.
What was wrong with me? I hadn’t ever felt like this before. At least never this bad.
My eyes jerked open when Sabastian kneeled back down beside me but towards my back.
“It’s okay. Just breathe. I have to put this in you, and you’ll have to hold in the liquid for a few minutes. Then you’ll feel better.”
A small bout of fear bubbled forth, but all I could do was look at him pleadingly. If he could take away the pain, then he could do whatever he wanted.
“I do have to ask, where did your pants go?”
I half shrugged, not knowing myself. I had put on soft pants before I’d gone to bed, along with the shirt that I still had on. However, I was used to not wearing many clothes during the night because that’s how Sir liked me once I turned sixteen. Only on cold nights did I wear more clothing.
“This may be a bit uncomfortable, but just breathe through it. And don’t let anything out, okay.” A hand on my hip was gentle, warm even.
I think I nodded.
I froze as something rubbery and slick was pushed into my back hole. My eyes clenched tight, a tear falling to the floor.
“Shh. You’re being so good for me.”
Was I? I was never good. I was always bad, and a disappointment.
I sniffed, then jerked as warm water began to trickle into my butt. A thumb along my hip swiped in circles, helping me to stay in place.
My stomach grew with more water that was put into me. I couldn’t stop the sob that came with more cramps, these stronger.
I couldn’t do this. It was going to kill me.
“Breathe, little one. Just breathe. It’s okay. Just a few more minutes. Almost done.”
I shook my head, or maybe my entire body was shaking, as my stomach gurgled.
“I know it hurts, but hang on for just another minute. You gotta let the enema do its job. Or we’ll have to do this again tomorrow.”
Oh God, no, I thought. I didn’t think I’d survive it again if I survived it this time.
“Alright,” Sabastian stood, taking the thing from out of me. Every part of me was clenched tight, sobs barely being held onto. “Let’s get you up.”
It took a clumsy moment to get me to my feet. But Sabastian easily picked me up, sitting me on the toilet. Then, with a command and a hard touch along my stomach from him, I released my body.
Water and poop fell to the water below. I fell forward, leaning against the man as he pressed against my stomach, helping everything release.
I sobbed, not able to stop the crying as relief finally set in. There was still cramping, but nothing nearly as bad as it had been most of the night.
“There you go,” he soothed, making one more pass. When nothing came out, his hand went to my head, holding me to him. “Such as good boy.”
I didn’t bother to correct him in my mind. My body, sobs turning to just tears and sniffles, nearly fell when he stepped back.
“Let's get cleaned up, then back to bed with you.”
I nodded, keeping my eyes on his stomach, where his shirt was soaked from my tears.
As he helped me to stand, my legs were weak, and embarrassment began to set in. My cheeks heated as he slipped the shirt off of my head.
Sabastian simply turned on the shower, making sure it was warm before helping me in.
“Can you wash yourself while I get this mess out here cleaned up?”
I nodded, letting the water rain over the top of my head.
The shower door closed softly, caging me in the huge shower. It had way too many water sprouts, too many nobs, for me to know where to even start.
Spotting shampoo, I loathed up my hair, quickly wiping away the snot, tears, and sweat from my body. My legs threatened to give out more than once.
Although I was extremely tired, I at least felt better. I never wanted to feel like that again.
When I was done, I just stood there and watched Sabastian from under my lashes.
He was busy cleaning up around the toilet, none the wiser to me spying on him.
Shouldn’t I be the one cleaning up that mess, though? Sir would have, no matter how tired or worn out I was. He wouldn’t have cared if I was dying. I’d still have been forced to clean up my mess.
“Done?” My eyes flashed to Sabastain’s face as he asked. I nodded once.
Almost instantly, the door was opened and he shut off the water.
It didn’t take long to dry off with a huge towel, my hair dripped down to my shoulders. Sabastian easily took care of that, too, running another towel across the strands.
“Next time, wake me up. You don’t need to be in pain over something that can be fixed.”
I nodded, my voice lost. I doubted I’d wake him up, but I could lie.
“Since I only got you a few clothes, you’ll have to wear one of my shirts again.”
I didn’t care. His shirts covered more than a few of the things Sir had bought for me to wear.
I stood there, pretty much letting Sabastian dress me. This shirt, like the last, went well past my butt, covering everything.
I followed the man as he gently took ahold of my arm, leading me back to bed. There, he tucked me in before spotting my sore thumb. With another soft touch, he pulled my hand closer as he sat on the edge of the bed.
“You broke the skin,” he mused, turning my hand over to see the whole digit. “Which means it’ll have to be wrapped for a few days.”
I watched as he stood, walking back towards the bathroom. Too tired to try to keep my eyes open any longer, they slipped closed, body relaxed into the mattress. But just as sleep almost pulled me down, a touch on my thumb forced me to jerk wide awake.
“It’s just me,” Sabastian soothed, taking my hand that had snuck to my mouth.
I made a mental note to work harder to keep that habit away. I wasn’t a baby.
He didn’t say anything as he cleaned off my thumb and wrapped it with something white. The entire finger was wrapped, preventing me from being to suck on it for a while.
Although that was a good thing, my heart sank. It was the one comfort I had, and now that was taken away.
“Sleep now. I’ll be back later to check on you.”