Chapter Eleven
All Bonnie wanted was to take a nice hot shower. But she couldn’t. Not with her head injury and both men reminding her it had to be lukewarm to cold.
It absolutely sucked.
While she was feeling clean, she wasn’t feeling fully clean. Bonnie couldn’t unless she was able to take a hot shower. Which wasn’t going to happen with Rogan so close. He was currently standing in the bathroom, making sure she didn’t make it any hotter.
It was honestly cold water, or it felt cold to her. Rogan probably did it on purpose to torture her just a bit more.
Bonnie tilted her head back to wash out the conditioner in her hair. Yes, conditioner. She honestly didn’t think they were going to have much in this bathroom, but there was everything. It was weird and obviously not for the people who were being tortured in here.
“You almost done?” Rogan asked.
She lifted her head too fast. Feeling woozy, she grabbed onto the wall. More like smacked her hand against the wall to steady herself before she fell over.
“Alright, out you come,” Rogan said. “You’ve been in there long enough and I don’t need you passing out and hitting your head again.”
She sighed and ran her hands through her hair one more time. Thankfully she’d managed to get all of the conditioner out before he told her it was time to get out.
“Here’s a towel,” he said as he stuck his arm into the shower.
Bonnie let out a little squeak and grabbed it. She didn’t want him to see her naked. Though, the thought of him looking at her turned her on, but also embarrassed her. Rogan had already seen part of her since Miguel ripped her shirt and bra, but this was different. The blood had covered her then, almost like a layer of protection.
“Come on,” Rogan said. “I don’t have all day.”
She let out a sigh, wrapping the towel around her and stepping out of the shower. Rogan’s back was facing her and she relaxed a little.
“Do…” She took a deep breath. “Do you have something for my hair? Something I can wrap it up in?”
Rogan turned around and looked over her body. Curses flew out of his lips, shocking her. Why was he cursing?
“Shouldn’t have happened,” Rogan said. “Shouldn’t have fucking happened.”
She gave him a puzzled look. What shouldn’t have happened?
“Miguel was never supposed to hurt you. No one was supposed to come down to the basement at all,” Rogan said. “We don’t hurt innocent women.”
So, he thought she was innocent. That was good. Maybe he would let her go now before he found out who her brother was. It sounded like a good idea, but she didn’t know how to broach the subject.
“Another towel?” she whispered, and regretted it immediately.
He shook his head. “Get dressed.” Rogan threw several things at her. Most of them hit the floor since she wasn’t expecting him to throw clothes at her.
She bent down, groaning as the tiny cuts and aching muscles protested and screamed at her. Tears blurred her vision as she set them down on the toilet seat. Rogan was still looking at her and she didn’t know what to do. Bonnie didn’t want to dry off and change in front of him.
“Cou—” She stopped herself. He wasn’t going to pay attention to her request. If he wasn’t going to give her an extra towel for her hair, he wasn’t going to turn around because she didn’t want him staring at her.
“Ask the damn question,” he barked out.
She looked at him and blinked several times, trying to stop herself from crying even more. Bonnie was at her wit’s end right now. She was absolutely exhausted, hurting, and just feeling like shit.
“Stop fucking crying,” Rogan said for what felt like the hundredth time. “You’re always crying. It’s a sign of weakness and you need to stop.”
She sucked in a deep breath and closed her eyes. Maybe if she kept her eyes closed, he wouldn’t see her tears and wouldn”t get mad at her.
“Now, ask your question,” he said. “Come on. I have places to be and things to do.”
“Could you turn around?” she whispered. Bonnie should have just told him it was nothing and moved on. But for some reason she asked. She opened her eyes and looked at him. She’d a feeling he was going to say no.
But to her surprise, he turned around. “Hurry the fuck up.”
Bonnie moved as quickly as she could, which wasn’t very fast. Everything hurt as she dried herself off and pulled the clothes on.
“Why do you cry so fucking much?” he questioned.
She didn’t know if he wanted her to actually answer or if it was a rhetorical question. So she stayed silent.
“I asked you a question, I expect an answer.”
“I’m a sensitive person,” she softly replied. “Always have been and always will be.”
“Next time you cry, there will be consequences,” Rogan warned. “And stop fucking telling me things like that.”
She stopped what she was doing and stared at him. He asked her a question and she didn’t want to lie. He was getting onto her for answering his questions truthfully? She didn’t understand him and didn’t think she ever would.
Bonnie didn’t think this was how he was supposed to act. Why did he care so much about her showing weakness and telling him things when he asked questions? It made no sense.
“Everything you’ve told me about yourself, I could use against you. How you cry a lot and are a sensitive person. How you would do anything to not be put in the dark because you’re scared of it.” Rogan listed off the information he had on her.
“I thought you said you didn’t hurt innocent women,” she whispered before she could stop herself.
Bonnie had already finished dressing and was just standing there. She didn’t think he knew she was done, and that was fine with her. She didn’t want to go back into the room.
“I haven’t decided if you’re a threat or not,” he said, turning around.
For some reason it brought tears to her eyes. She wanted him to see her as non-threatening.Bonnie wanted him to see her as someone who he could trust and let go.
“Come on,” he said, gripping her arm. It was the one and only place she didn’t have any cuts, but there were bruises.
Bonnie hissed and jerked her arm back but he tightened his grip. She let out a whimper and the tears spilled from her eyes and down her cheek. Rogan started to walk back to the room where she’d been locked up. Was he going to put her back in the chair or was he going to let her roam around free?
“Back in the chair,” he said. “I’m going to put the cuffs back on you.”
She didn’t pay attention to how the room was clean and didn’t smell like blood and vomit anymore. His words stunned her too much.
“Please,” she begged. “I don’t need to be put back in the chair. I promise I won’t do anything.”
But her pleas fell on deaf ears. He continued to drag her toward the now-clean chair and she started to sob.
“You’re going back in the chair, and I will put the handcuffs on,” Rogan repeated as he gently pushed her onto the seat.
Bonnie whimpered and tried to stand, but he held his hand on her chest, stopping her from moving. She groaned in frustration as she tried to get away from his hold but he was too strong.
“I can stand here for the next twenty minutes and hold you down until you grow too weak and tired to fight. Or you can save your energy, be a good girl, and let me put them back on,” Rogan said. “If you’re a good girl, I’ll only cuff your hands.”
She didn’t want to be bound at all, but only having her hands bound was better than everything. Then, at least she would be able to move her legs and kick if anyone else got too close to her.
“Okay,” she said as she cried. Bonnie settled down in the chair, getting comfortable before he started to cuff her. “Why? Why can’t I just be down here and not cuffed to the chair?”
“I don’t trust you yet,” he replied. “Simple as that. I’ve got stuff I need to do, and I can’t worry about you hurting yourself or getting into trouble.”
She opened her mouth, ready to tell him she wouldn’t do any of those things.
Rogan raised his eyebrow and she went silent. Okay, so maybe she’d hurt herself and gotten into trouble by getting into his car.
“I also have no clue why you got into my car in the first place,” he said. “Who would trust someone before they found out? Definitely not me because I’m not fucking stupid.”
She cried as he spoke those words. It was true, but that didn’t mean it hurt any less.
“Angelo is going to come in a couple of minutes to dress your wounds and look everything over,” Rogan announced as he walked toward the stairs. “Don’t give him trouble. If you do, I”ll hear about it, and you won’t like the consequences.”
Bonnie let out a shuddering breath as he turned the lights off and left. She slowly took a deep breath in and let it out, trying to calm herself down. The dark felt a lot better on her eyes, but she didn’t want it to be pitch black. Then she couldn’t see anything if someone decided to come downstairs.
Tears continued to roll down her face as she sat in the dark. She hoped when Angelo came, she could convince him to let her have light. But she didn’t know if he would since Rogan was the boss.
“I’ve come to look over your cuts and bruises,” Angelo said out of nowhere.
Bonnie screamed, turning her head to the right and left as she tried to find out where he was. The lights turned on, making her cry as it hurt her eyes.
“Deep breath in,” Angelo commanded. “I don’t need you puking again. It’s not good for you.”
He walked into her line of sight and she could see the worry on his face. Why was he worried? She was just a prisoner, nothing special.
He sat his bag down on the ground in front of her.“Don’t even think about kicking me. If you do, I’ll cuff your legs.”
“O-okay,” she whimpered.
He knelt down in front of her and started to look over her legs. She didn’t have any cuts on them, but her arms and chest had a lot.
“Nothing here needs to be tended to. Let’s look at your wrists one at a time,” Angelo softly said as he unlocked her left wrist. He whistled as he inspected her. “Have you been tugging on the cuffs?”
She stared at him with wide eyes. Should she answer him honestly or should she keep the answer to herself?
“I want the truth. I’m not going to hurt you for answering my questions.”
“A little, but the other guy also yanked my arms to dig the cuffs into my skin,” she whispered, not looking into his eyes. She didn’t know why she added the last part to what she said. She should have just told him yes and been done.
Angelo clenched his jaw. “I’m going to be as careful as I can while I clean and bandage these. It’s going to hurt, I can’t lie.”
She nodded her head and watched him as he dug in his back and withdrew a number of items, one by one. Her nerves were shot, and just the thought of pain brought a fresh wave of tears to her eyes.
“No need to cry,” he gently said. “I’m not going to kill you.”
“I’m sensitive and don’t like pain,” she whispered, squeezing her eyes closed. “Shit. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything.”
“No, thank you for telling me. Now, I’m going to talk to you while I clean them up, help distract you.”
She opened her eyes and looked at him. Why was he being so nice to her right now? She was basically the enemy, even if he didn”t know.
It was so surreal, she didn’t know how to act. Should she just go along with it or should she stay silent?
“Can you tell me what your name is?” he asked as he started to clean her wound.
Bonnie clenched her jaw as the stinging started on her wrists. Tears pooled in her eyes and fell down her face. Sniffling, she looked at Angelo. Maybe if she focused on his face and not what he was doing, it would be better.
“B-Bonnie,” she cried out.
Her wrist was on fire and her head was starting to throb again. The lights were brighter and starting to agitate her eyes.
“Bonnie is such a pretty name. Is that a nickname?”
She shook her head but then realized she wasn”t looking at her. “N-no. It”s my real name.”
“Well, I’m going to give you a nickname. Has anyone ever given you a nickname?”Angelo looked up at her briefly and she shook her head. Everyone just called her by her name and nothing else. Her name was already short and like a nickname.
“Well, I’m just going to have to change that. How about Bon-Bon?” he asked, starting to wrap her wrist with a gauze bandage.
Her nose scrunched up at the nickname. It wasn’t the worst, but it sounded like she was one of those frilly things cheerleaders used. She didn’t want to be called one of those.
“Hmm, I suppose not. How about Bonacle?” he asked as he cuffed her hand again.
“C-can you leave my hand uncuffed?” she whispered, afraid he was going to flip a switch and yell at her.
Angelo looked up at her and gave her a sad smile. “I would, but the Boss said you needed to be handcuffed. They’re not as tight this time so you have a little wiggle room.”
She looked down at her lap and let out a sad sigh. Exhaustion and pain were weighing down on her and all she wanted to do was lay down somewhere and sleep.
“Now onto the next hand,” he said as he started to uncuff it. “What do you think of Bonacle?”
Bonnie didn’t look up or give any hint she was paying attention to him. All she wanted was to be free from this chair. She wasn”t going to do anything.
“Can you let me go? I promise I didn’t sneak into his car to do anything bad. I was just trying to get safe,” she softly said. “Please?”
“As much as I want to, Rogan needs to ask you questions first. So, you aren’t going anywhere, probably not for a while until you answer his questions truthfully and everything checks out,” Angelo said. “But I’ll talk to him about moving you somewhere where you aren’t confined to a chair.”
Tears of frustration and pain rolled down her cheek. Once again, she was questioning her life choices. Why in the world had she thought getting into a mob boss’s car was a good idea?
“I don’t think Bonacle will work either,” Angelo said, making teasing small talk as he started to clean her other wrist.
“Ouchie,” she cried, pulling her hand away from him.
“Sorry, but you know it’s going to hurt a little. I need to clean and bandage these so they don’t get infected.” He gently pulled her hand back and got back to work. “Bonacle reminds me of the ocean. How about Bonalicious?”
Her nose scrunched up and she shook her head. Anything but that. Bonalicious wasn’t what she wanted to be called. It was weird.
“I think it’s the perfect name,” Angelo said. “From now on you’re Bonalicious to me.”
She groaned in pain as the bandage made contact with her cut. This one felt a lot worse than the other one and it probably was. She was right-handed and had tugged way harder on this hand.
“Now, those are cleaned and bandaged, I need to look over your other cuts. Are they all this shallow?” he asked. Before she could say anything, he gasped and pulled up her sleeve. “Shit. Why didn’t you tell me you were cut deeper here?”
She moved her head slowly and looked down at where Miguel had stabbed her. How had she not felt them starting to bleed? When he’d stabbed her, the pain had been excruciating.
“Bonalicious,” Angelo said. “I thought you said you were a sensitive person, didn’t like pain. Can you feel this?”
Tears filled her eyes as she looked back at him. “N-no,” she whispered and started to sob. What was wrong with her? Why couldn’t she feel it?
Part of her wanted to be thankful she couldn’t feel it but the other part of her was worried. Was she dying? Was there something wrong with her? Was she going to lose her arm?
There were so many questions running through her head, making it start to throb even more. She groaned and closed her eyes tightly. She needed to stop thinking so much. But it was hard when Angelo had a worried look in his eyes.
“Shit,” he said. “I’m gonna clean it and see if it needs stitches.”
Her eyes flew open and she shook her head. “No stitches,” she sobbed. “Please.”
“If it needs stitches, I’m going to stitch you up. I’m not going to let you continue to bleed. You’ve probably lost enough blood as it is.”
She closed her eyes again and tried to take in several calming breaths, but she couldn’t. Bonnie heard Angelo ripping things open and starting to clean her arm, but she couldn’t feel a thing.
“You really can’t feel this?” Angelo asked.
She shook her head slowly this time and opened her eyes again. She knew the look on his face wasn’t good. “Am I going to lose my arm?” she whispered.
“No, I don’t think so. I just think your body is in shock. You’ll probably feel it in a couple of hours.”
That didn”t make her feel any better. Maybe she could ask him to give her some medicine so she didn’t have to feel it when it came back. How about that?
“Could you give me something?” she asked.“For pain?”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t bring any with me,” he replied. “I’ll talk to Rogan, see if we can get some when we move you and get you something to eat.”
Her stomach grumbled at the thought of food. How long had passed since she got into his car?
“It’s been about three days,” Angelo replied.
Had she said that out loud? “I?—”
“You didn’t mean to ask out loud? Well, you did, and that’s the answer. It’s been about three days.”
Her jaw dropped as Angelo stood up. Three days? It felt like it had been a week or more.
“I’m going to go now. I stitched up your arm, so don’t move it too much, don’t want you to rip the stitches,” Angelo said.
He started to walk away and before Bonnie could stop herself, she started to beg. “Please don’t turn the lights all the way off. Please. I’ll do anything.”
Angelo didn’t say anything as he started to dim the lights. She held her breath as they got darker and darker, but it never got fully dark. She heard his footsteps leave and she relaxed a little. Maybe Angelo would be able to knock some sense into Rogan and allow her to leave or get out of this chair.