Chapter Eight
Soft murmurs pulled her from sleep. “Ethan?” Bonnie whispered. She tried to move her arms, but something was holding them down. “Where’s Mosey?”
All Bonnie wanted was Mosey, her Mosasaurus stuffie. She didn’t go anywhere without him. They were best pals and had gone through so much in life.
“Passy, pease,” she murmured. “I want my pacifier.”
The room went quiet. Why wasn’t Ethan giving her Mosey and her pacifier? She cracked her eyes open and saw someone sitting in a chair in front of her. Shit. Where was she?
“I want Mosey, Ethan,” she whined. “Give me Mosey and my passy.”
The person sitting in the chair in front of her cleared his throat. That was definitely not Ethan, he never cleared his throat. But maybe it was, and he was coming down with something.
None of it made sense though. Why was she sitting in a chair? Why did her whole body ache? Bonnie’s eyes went wide when she remembered everything that had happened to her. She could clearly see the man in front of her, Rogan.His eyes were trained on her, but his attention was on the phone in his hand. He was on a call. That must have been what woke her up.
Shit.
Why did she have to say something like that in front of him? She was actually having a good dream for once.
“I’ll talk to you later,” Rogan said before he hung up the phone.
Bonnie felt her cheeks go red. He caught her asking about her stuffy and pacifier. Was he going to use that against her? She felt tears pool in her eyes at the thought of him using her Little side to get information out of her.
His stare was so intense it started to make her squirm. She didn’t like the way she could see the anger in his eyes. No doubt he was angry at her.
“Who did this to you?” he asked as he turned his whole body toward her.
Bonnie closed her eyes and took several deep breaths. She was trying so hard not to cry in front of him. Last time he got angry and left, which she didn’t want. He scared her shitless but deep down, she’d a feeling he wasn’t going to hurt her. It didn’t keep her from crying though. Her feelings were wrong a lot of the time.
“I asked you a fucking question,” he growled out. “Who the fuck hurt you?”
She flinched at his language and felt tears pooling in her eyes. She tried so hard not to cry, but she failed.
“Look at me,” he commanded.
Her tear-filled eyes found his and she could see him clenching his jaw. No doubt mad at her for crying but she couldn’t help it. He was super intimidating.
“Please, stop crying,” Rogan said. “Do you know that you”re just showing me you”re weak? Showing I can do anything to you, break you easily? Have you thought about that?”
Hot tears slid down her face as he said those words. Why was he saying them? She didn”t figure somebody like him would say that to her. Why would he want to point out her weaknesses so she could fix them? Maybe because he knew she wouldn”t be able to fix it.
“Stop fucking crying!” he barked out.
She flinched, yanking her head back, and even more tears spilled from her eyes and down her face. She didn”t do well when people yelled at her. Bonnie didn”t do well when she was in a stressful situation or when she was absolutely exhausted and in pain. All of that was happening right now.
Bonnie tried to take in a deep slow breath to help her stop crying but one glare from Rogan made her start crying again. Would she ever be able to not cry in front of him? It seemed like everything he did and said made her cry.
“Just take a couple deep breaths,” he pleaded, still glaring at her.
She took in several deep breaths like he said, and it helped, but every once in a while, tears would still stream down her face. Bonnie closed her eyes tightly. Maybe if she didn”t see him, she could stop crying.
“Look at me,” Rogan commanded. “I want your eyes on me at all times.”
Her eyes flew open. She didn’t dare not follow his orders. Would he torture her? Would he cut her like the other guy had? He’d told her Rogan was brutal with how he tortured people.
“Good girl,” Rogan praised.
Bonnie blinked at the unexpected praise. Did he just call her a good girl? That wasn”t normal. It seemed like it also shocked Rogan because his eyes went a tad bit wide before he cleared his throat and stood up to his whole height.
He opened his mouth, probably to bark at her again, but before he could see anything, she heard the basement door open. Heavy but light footsteps came down the stairs and her whole body went rigid. She knew who those footsteps belonged to.
Bonnie started to scream as the man descended. “Please, please don”t do this. Please, I”m begging you.”
She started to rock in the chair, trying to get away from Rogan and the other guy. She didn”t want to be close to any of them. She saw Rogan draw his gun and she clammed up.
Bonnie sobbed when she thought he was going to shoot her. “Please,” she begged as she started to rock her chair even more. Maybe if she could rock her chair to the side, she wouldn”t get shot.
She managed to tip herself over, but before she could brace for impact, her head hit the floor super hard, sending a blinding pain through her skull. Bonnie blinked several times, trying to clear up her vision.
“Shit,” the man said.
Right as Bonnie opened her eyes and could see clearly, she saw Rogan shoot the guy in the leg, both legs. The other man screamed and fell to the floor. The sight of the blood seeping out of him and onto the floor made Bonnie nauseous.
So nauseous she couldn”t help but throw up. Her head was pulsing from where she hid it so hard. Tears straight down her face as she threw up again. The taste of it in her mouth made her want to vomit once again but she took in a slow deep breath, trying to stop herself.
“Shit,” Rogan said.
Bonnie stared at him with her eyes half open. The lights were starting to hurt her eyes even more than they were before. She watched Rogan as he pulled out his phone and held it up to his ear.
“Angelo, I need you down in the basement,” Rogan said. “Now. And bring Lucius with you.”
Rogan hung up the phone and turned to her. She flinched back as he stared at her. His eyes roamed across her face and body to the ground where her vomit was. His face screwed up in disgust before he took a step toward her.
Bonnie whimpered and looked at him, begging with her eyes for him not to kill her. Her eyes trained on his gun in his hand. Was he going to kill her? But Rogan put the gun away and took another step toward her.
“Please,” she weakly said. “Please don”t kill me. I promise you, I was telling the truth.”
“I”m not going to kill you,” he replied. “Just going to sit you upright so you’re not laying in your own puke.”
She kept a close eye on him as he took several more steps forward. It wasn”t like she could do anything if he did decide to whip out his gun and kill her. She was bound to the chair with no way of getting free.
As he’d promised, Rogan grabbed the chair arms and pulled her up into a sitting position. Nausea rolled inside of her stomach and she closed her eyes to stop the spinning. She was going to puke again.
“Deep breath through the nose,” Rogan said. “In. Hold. out. Good girl.”
She opened her eyes and saw him standing right in front of her, his body bent down so he was eye level with her. Bonnie flinched, not expecting him to be so close.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” Rogan said, calmly. “We don’t hurt women, unless they deserve it.”
He said we, which meant it was him and his men who didn’t hurt women unless they were bad. Then why did the guy hurt her? Rogan said he wasn’t going to hurt her, but it didn’t make any sense why the other guy did.
Bonnie tried to tip her chair again when Rogan took a step forward. She did not want to be close to him right now. But before she could fall backward, Rogan pulled her back.
Her head started to swim from the jerky movement. She was going to be sick again and no matter how much she tried to breathe in through her nose, it wasn’t helping. Bonnie turned her head and threw up onto the floor.
“Shit. Stop throwing up,” Rogan said. “Stop moving your head so fast. And stop looking over at Miguel and the blood.”
It was hard to stop looking when he kept groaning and whimpering. Was he going to bleed out and die?
“Focus on me,” Rogan directed. “Eyes on me at all times.”
Her eyes found his and she watched him pull his phone out once again and call someone.
“Angelo, fucking hurry up! She keeps puking,” he said before he hung up.
Who was this Angelo guy? Why did he keep calling him?
“Now, I want to ask you some questions.”
Bonnie didn’t know how well she was going to do with these questions. Her head was throbbing, her eyes were burning, she was nauseous, and her whole body ached.
“Eyes on me,” he repeated. “Now, can you tell me your name?”
“Bonnie,” she whispered and tightly closed her eyes. The lights were starting to hurt her head more as time went on. She wanted them off, well maybe not off but definitely dimmer than what they were.
“Look at me.”
She opened her eyes again and couldn’t help the tears that welled. Her head was hurting so bad and she wanted to puke again. Though, this time she didn’t think much was going to come up. She hadn’t eaten or drank anything in god knows how long.
“Good girl,” Rogan said again. “Now, stop crying.”
But she couldn’t stop crying. Bonnie was in so much pain, it was consuming her whole body. She wanted to be knocked out so she didn’t have to feel this anymore. Could he knock her out?
“Now, is this the man who hurt you?” he asked.
She looked over at the man lying on the ground, whimpering and crying. More tears formed in her eyes and spilled onto her face.
“Look at me,” Rogan said. “Continue to look at me and not at Miguel.”
Her eyes found his again and she felt her body relax a little. Though, she felt a great presence of nausea as well.
“Now tell me if this is the man who hurt you.”
She didn’t know what to say. Should she say yes and see if he was going to hurt her? Should she say no and he could still hurt her? She could end up screwed either way. Bonnie was tired and she didn’t know what to do.
Tears of frustration filled her eyes and she closed them tightly. He’d told her to stop crying and here she was crying again.
“I didn’t tell you to close your eyes. Keep them on me,” Rogan reminded. Though he kept saying the same things over and over, he didn’t sound exasperated. “At all times. Unless you want to get a spanking.”
Her eyes popped wide open this time. He was going to spank her? That didn’t make her want to tell him any more than before. He could use anything to spank her with. An electrical rod and any time it touched her, it would zap her with too much electricity. A paddle with nails on it so it stuck into her skin.
A shiver ran through her body, but not the good kind. She was scared shitless at the thought of him doing that to her.
Rogan sighed. “I’m not going to hurt you like that. It would be a spanking with my hand or a hairbrush. I just want you to answer my question truthfully.”
Bonnie didn’t know what to do or say. Should she believe him and what he was saying? Or was he just trying to trick her again?
“I promise,” he said.
“Y-yes,” she whispered, tears running down her face. She was waiting for him to slap her or punch her for telling the truth. But nothing came.
“Stop crying or I will spank you.” He made the same threat as before.
She trembled with fear, tears still streaming down her face. Bonnie’s head was starting to hurt even more as she cried. It was like the pressure was building up inside and her head was going to explode soon.
She took in a deep breath, trying to stop the tears, but only made herself dizzy. She closed her eyes and tried to take a breath in, but couldn’t.
“To the side!” Rogan yelled.
Bonnie moved her head to the side and puked again on the floor. Not much came up and she felt herself start to dry heave. She sobbed through her dry heaving, not liking it one bit. What was wrong with her? Why was she continuing to puke and hurt all over?
“What is wrong with you?” Rogan yelled right as the door opened.
“Rogan?” a new voice called out.
“Down here, Angelo. Fucking hurry. She puked again.”
A man rushed down the stairs, cursing as he walked past Miguel on the floor. His groaning and whimpers had died down, but every once in a while, they picked up again.
“Shit,” the man said. “She doesn”t look good.”