Chapter 11 #2
He broke the skin. I felt the sticky wetness on my battered flesh. He crouched beside me with a cold, calculating expression on his face.
He reached out and patted the top of my head.
"Now, when I tell you to do something, you will obey, right, princess?"
I curled into the fetal position, sobbing.
"Y..yes." Was all I could muster.
He smiled and then picked me up from the floor. He placed me on the bed, stomach down.
He beckoned Becca and Layla from the kitchen.
"Clean her injuries. Then bring her to the table so she can have breakfast. Unfortunately, she will be out of commission for more training today, so she will go back into the cage, and you two will come with me to the red room after we eat."
He exited, leaving the two women to assist me.
Becca cleaned my cuts with warm water, making me jump. She leaned close to my ear and whispered.
"Kit, you have a little blood back here, not much, but please just do as he says. He is going to end up taking you from me, and I can't do this without you by my side."
She applied some ointment, rubbing it deep into my torn flesh. I yelped. My cheeks were on fire.
"Kit, he seems to give rewards for good behavior, and I know this isn't what you want to hear, but if you—we—are to survive, you must give in to him. What's the sense in having open wounds and broken bones? Will you promise to behave?"
I turned my head to look at my friend. I thought she had just given up, but she didn't. She was adapting to her situation so she could make it through this nightmare.
I understood her completely. I am sure Atlas was going crazy searching for Beck and me, but there was no timeline of when he would find us. The two girls I saw at the first facility flashed through my mind. They were two broken souls.
I remember seeing it in their eyes. There is no way I can allow that to happen to me. Becca is right. Just do as he says, and maybe we will get out of this alive. Hector was an evil bastard with a black heart. An empty shell of shit.
He already showed us just how mean and rotten he could be by having his brothers raped and brutalized. My body can't take that much violence.
My tears soaked the pillow beneath my head. I nodded at my friend and whispered.
"You're right, Beck. I will try to be on my best behavior from now on."
She smiled at me, then kissed the top of my head.
"Come on, let's get you up. We have to be at the table in five minutes."
She and Layla lifted me from the bed, both holding me under the arms, and walked me to the chair.
They gently sat me on the cushion.
I flinched as the material scratched my raw skin. Hector sat in his usual seat, looking over the spread on the table. Bacon and eggs, pancakes, syrup, orange juice and coffee. He had a cook who took care of all his meals.
Although I never saw the person, I was sure they could hear all the screams and abuse that went on in this place, and I was positive they didn't give a damn.
I looked at my plate, and again, a big heap of cold, sloppy oatmeal stared me in the face.
The other girls had a little of everything.
I was so hungry, I whimpered, then I cried, and cried, and cried.
Everyone at the table remained silent. Even Hector didn't lose his shit and slap me in the mouth. His voice was warm this time.
"Green eyes, what's the matter? Does your ass hurt?"
I just looked at him, not wanting to play this game. He knew why I was upset. I felt all the joy leave my body just then. He was breaking me. I knew it, and he knew it.
He shoved a piece of bacon in his mouth, demanding an answer to my sorrow.
"Well, tell me. What's wrong?"
Becca glanced at me with a stern look. I sighed loudly, feeling totally exhausted.
"I..I'm hungry. No, I am starving. I can't eat anymore of this crap. I am going to be sick."
He threw his head back and laughed.
"You're being a little dramatic. I warned you.
When you behave, you will eat what we eat.
Until then, you will deal with the shit I put on your plate, and you won't waste one bit of it.
You will not croak. As a matter of fact, that so-called shit is what's keeping you from dying of starvation. Now, eat!"
I looked at him pleading.
"Can I at least have some milk and sugar to put on it?"
Becca squirmed in her seat, and Layla remained quiet, not moving a muscle. He had her well trained.
Hector rose from the chair and stood next to me. Without any warning, he gently grabbed my face and planted a quick kiss on my lips. I gasped when he pulled away and walked back to his seat.
He smiled again while digging into his fried eggs.
"No! You will enjoy your food the way it is. Now shut up. You have ten minutes to finish."
God, I fucking hate this motherfucker!
I shoved the cold pile of crap into my mouth and washed it down quickly with water. When it got stuck in my throat, I almost dry-heaved, but I stopped myself. I shuddered at the nasty taste, but finished it all in time.
I was totally miserable. My ass hurt, the collar on my neck was making the skin underneath itch like crazy, and I was fucking hungry!
Hector stood, clapping his hands.
"Alright, everyone, up!"
We did as we were told, standing like three obedient soldiers. He nodded to the girls.
"Go wait by the door. The guards will escort you to the red room."
They both walked to the door, two men already waiting for them. They were hauled away naked and frightened, but neither of them protested.
Hector gripped me with two fingers by the front of my collar, pulling me back into the bedroom, releasing me in front of the cage.
He pointed to the prison.
"Drop to your knees and get in!"
His voice was cold and gruff.
I crawled into the crate and lay on my side like a well-trained pet. My ass was still burning.
"You will remain in here until I get back and feel like letting you out." He smirked at me.
"I hope you know I enjoy abusing you, so keep up the good work. As a matter of fact, I have a hard-on right now. Press your face against the bars."
More humiliation.
I did as I was told, pressing hard against the thin metal. The asshole pulled out of his boxers and started jerking off right next to my scrunched-up face. I was so fucking embarrassed, but took it because I didn't want him to break my legs like he threatened to.
His grunts filled the room, making my stomach flip. I just wanted him to hurry and get it over with. Then he would leave me alone for a while.
"Ahhhh, you're nothing but a worthless little cunt. I may just keep you to myself because I like your spirit."
All I could hear was him slapping his cock while breathing heavily as he got closer to climaxing.
"Here it comes. Ugh," he groaned as his filthy cum hit me full force in the face, making me squint so none of the nasty stuff shot into my eyes.
He shook himself off, then smiled at me.
"You know, princess…your guy tried to break you, but didn't succeed. I think I would like to take his place. I just may ship your friend off and keep you for myself."
He reached through the thin bar, rubbing the gross stuff into my lips and cheeks, grinning at me.
"Who knows what I'll do with you. The possibilities are endless. Now take a nap. You will clean up when I return."
He walked into the bathroom and jumped into the shower. I just lay there feeling numb with a sticky face. The thought of his shipping Becca off and keeping me made me sick to my stomach. I buried my face in the thin blanket and sobbed quietly, praying for a miracle.