Chapter Sixteen
Bonnie could barely keep her eyes open and her head was just one sharp pain. Maybe this was her last little bit on earth. It was sad she was cuffed to a chair in a basement but she guessed there were probably worse ways to die.
The door squeaked as it opened, but Bonnie didn”t look over. She felt too weak. All she wanted to do was sleep and never wake up again.
“Bonnie?” Rogan called.
She didn”t move or answer.Through her eyelids, she could tell he didn”t turn the light on any brighter. Was he finally going to be nice to her?
“Shit,” he whispered, as he tiptoed close and pressed two fingers to her neck, checking for a pulse.
“Please,” she mumbled, flinching slightly. Bonnie had no clue if Rogan could understand her or not. She hoped he did. “Help.”
Relief flowed through her as Rogan walked around the back of the chair and began unlocking the cuffs holding her in place. “Angelo, get to my room now!”Rogan yelled into his phone.
She whimpered as his yelling hurt her head even more.
“Please,” she mumbled incoherently. Could he just put her out of her misery?
“I”ve got you,” Rogan softly assured her. “We”re going to get you all better.”
All of a sudden, she felt herself being picked up as Rogan lifted her into his arms and cradled her to his chest. She moaned in pain and tried to move her head.
“Shhh. I”ve got you. Everything is going to be okay now. Just hang on tight and try not to move much.”
His grip tightened across her body as he made his way up the stairs. Where was he taking her? Why was he moving her? Was he going to hurt her more?
“Almost there, Bon. Just hang tight,” Rogan said. “We”re almost there.” He paused, and there was a creak as another door was pushed open.
“Shit. What happened?” Angelo was already there.
“I have no fucking clue. Just look her over,” Rogan barked.
“Okay, okay. Put her on the bed. I”m going to check her wounds and take her temperature.”
Bonnie felt herself being placed on something soft, almost like she was floating on a cloud.Rogan’s bed?
“Step back,” Angelo commanded.
“Daddy.” She’d mustered up all the strength she had to call out for him. She didn’t even know why she called him Daddy. He wasn’t hers.
“I”m here, Bon. I”m not going anywhere,” Rogan said, grabbing her hand.
Bonnie put all her strength into clutching his hand. She didn”t want him to leave her. She was scared.
“Her grip is super weak,” Rogan said.
“I know. Just give me a second,” Angelo answered. “I”m gonna put something in your mouth, Bonalicious. I need you to be a good girl and not spit it out.”
“I”ll hold it.”
She felt a thermometer being placed in her mouth, and was glad he’d warned her ahead of time. She would have been bad because she had no strength to keep it from toppling out of her mouth.
“Did anyone see you when you came up?” Angelo asked.
“Took her through the back way,” Rogan replied. “Didn”t want anyone to see her yet.”
“Her cuts don”t look infected, and her temperature isn”t elevated.”
So what was wrong with her? Why was she feeling so bad?
“And?” Rogan asked, voicing what she was thinking. “What the fuck is wrong with her?”
“I believe it”s because of the concussion, dehydration, not eating enough, and sitting in the same position for too long,” Angelo replied. “None of which are helping her concussion. Especially when we turned the lights on several times.”
“Shit. So what can we do to help her?”
“I”m going to put an IV in to help her with the dehydration. And then I”ll go make some soup so you can feed it to her. It”s going to be tough getting the IV in, but it needs to be done. She needs silence and a dark room.”
“Got it. You put the IV in and I”ll sit with her and make sure everything is good.”
Bonnie started to whine. She hated needles.
“You”re okay,” Rogan whispered. “Daddy is right here with you.”
She continued to whine as she felt a hand grab her arm and extend it. “Please,” she mumbled, barely opening her eyes.
“You”re okay. This is going to help you get better. We want that,” Daddy said. “We want you healthy and this is going to help. It’s going to be one of your rules and if you don”t follow the rule then you”ll be getting a spanking. Obviously, not until you”re better but you”ll still be getting one if you don”t cooperate.”
If she could have, she would have sat up like a shot, her eyes wide in her head. She definitely didn”t want a spanking but at the same time she didn”t want to get stuck by a needle either.
“Just calm down for Daddy. It”ll be over before you know it,” Daddy whispered.
Bonnie started to calm down as the seconds went by and nothing happened. Maybe they had changed their minds.
“Ready?” Angelo asked, dashing her hopes.
Bonnie was anything but ready. She didn”t think she ever would be ready. Why couldn”t they just help her drink? She felt a pinch and she cried out.
“You”re okay,” Daddy whispered.
She felt tears leak out of her eyes and down the side of her face. She was absolutely not okay.
“Such a good girl,” Daddy said as he wiped away the tears.
She didn”t have it in her to stop crying, even though she knew he didn”t like it.
“You”re such a good girl.”
“I”m going to go get her some food. She might fall asleep and if she does, let her rest. She needs it to heal,” Angelo said.