Chapter 8 Aiden
AIDEN
NOW
Ihold up a hand under the table to let Gavin know to wait a minute as I study her.
Before, she seemed resigned to her fate. Now, there’s fear in her expression.
What the fuck did they do to her?
She doesn’t seem to respond to softness, though, so I stick with the harsh, authoritarian that’s gotten me results so far.
“Talk, 127. What happened before?”
She swallows and bites her lip again before she responds. “I… it was a punishment. I’m so sorry. Please, don’t… I’m sorry. Whatever I did, I didn’t mean to. Please.”
Her voice trails off with the last word.
I exchange a look with Gavin, who shrugs, so I turn back to the woman. I wish I knew her name.
“Please,” she whispers again, her gaze fixed on mine.
My first instinct is to let her know that she’s safe. That we’re going to bring her back to her old life, that this is truly just to make sure she’s okay. Gavin isn’t going to hurt her. But so far, she doesn’t seem to trust that kind of messaging.
I decide to test out a theory. Holding her gaze, I ask, “Do you want to please your Master, 127?”
Immediately, she nods. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. This isn’t going to hurt unless you fight. Now, I want you to relax your bottom and let Gavin in.”
Her wide eyes stay on mine as Gavin prepares the enema, pulls on a new pair of gloves, and coats the nozzle with lubricant.
She pulls in a breath when he breaches her bottom hole with the nozzle, but her gaze doesn’t waver, even as he presses it deeper and deeper.
“Good girl,” I say again. Fuck, I wish I knew her name.
Gavin opens the clip, allowing the cleansing solution to flow inside her bottom.
She lets out a low moan as it starts to flow.
When she closes her eyes, I reach down and take her hand. To my surprise, she wraps her small fingers around my palm.
I can tell when the cramps start, because she grips even more tightly onto my hand, but even then, she doesn’t fight.
"I know it's uncomfortable," Gavin says, his voice gentle. "Just breathe through it."
“Oh, God,” she says, her voice low. “Oh, God. Please.”
“Almost done,” I say, looking at the bag. She’s taken more than half.
She tosses her head from side to side. “No. Please. I’m too full.”
Gavin reaches for the clip, ready to pause the flow, but I shake my head. Now, I know what she needs.
I let her hand go and instead wrap my fingers around her delicate neck, squeezing ever so slightly until she stops moving.
“Good girl,” I say when she stills. “Now hold still and take this. All of it, baby. For me.”