Chapter 7 Laynie
When I walked into his apartment, the sight of the same man who had lifted me from those chains shocked me. The man who had recently been haunting my dreams.
I knew what he wanted me to do. He wanted me to bathe myself, but I couldn’t move.
My brain was foggy, and the pain of my tongue was overriding everything else I felt. He was nice. Sometimes they were nice and then they turned into monsters. They always turned into monsters. He wanted me to be clean so he could use me. I refused to give him the satisfaction, at least of my own free will. I knew he would come back when he didn’t hear the water running.
“Are you okay?” he asked again, entering the bathroom. Even if I wanted to answer, I didn’t want to move my tongue. Why did he keep asking me that? Why did he care?
“Where’s this blood from?” He pulled my shirt up, looking for the wound. I give him credit. It was a fuck ton of blood. I would probably wonder the same. When he didn’t see any wounds, he lifted my chin up again. I winced from the head bashing earlier. He took his thumb and pulled my lip down. He must have seen the blood curdling in my mouth because he told me to open it. I didn’t want to, but I didn’t want to be beat either, so I complied. Swallowing hurt, so I tried to wait between swallows, so when I opened my mouth blood and saliva dripped out. His eyes widened when he saw my tongue.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he said.
I didn’t even know what it looked like and honestly didn’t want to, but by his reaction, it must be bad.
“Let’s get this over with so you can lie down. It’s late.”
So, can I lie down and let him rape me? I would rather stand in this bathroom for the rest of my life than lie down with him. Even if his touch made me tremble.
He pulled my shirt over my head. I didn’t have a bra on. It’s possible that I didn’t really need one either. I used to always feel like hiding my body. The shame of being exposed came naturally in the beginning, but now I didn’t even flinch. I was used to it. With a slow movement, he unzipped my pants and pulled them down. He didn’t touch me, though. He said nothing. As he took off the pants, I noticed that he deliberately avoided looking at my body. He was staring at the wall behind me. Once my clothes were off, I stood there naked, looking down at the ground again. I had learned to be submissive and always look down at the ground, so now I did it out of habit.
He touched the back of my elbow and led me to the bath. I willingly climbed inside. He sat on the steps leading into the massive Jacuzzi tub and leaned over, putting some soap on a sponge. His hands were powerful, and I could see the veins protruding out of them.
I didn’t want him to bathe me with those hands. I wanted him to drown me in this massive tub so I would never have to feel pain again. Of course, that’s not what was on his mind. He looked like a killer, but not one that would do me the honors. In the past, I had attempted to persuade a few of them to end my life when they were done, but none of them complied.
The warm water felt good as he slowly rubbed the sponge over my body. He was gentle and careful and if the circumstances were different, I would have enjoyed this. When I noticed he was concentrating, I snuck glances at his face. It was beautiful. A chiseled jaw and dark hair. When he saw me looking at him, he gave me a soft smile. Something to comfort me. I looked away quickly, feeling annoyed that he had caught me looking. He told me to stand up, and I complied. He rubbed the soapy sponge down my legs and up my inner thighs. I parted my legs to allow him in that spot. He softly brushed the sponge over my core. He then turned me around, touching my thighs and rubbed the sponge over my ass. Sometimes my body would betray me. It would get wet or I would feel a warmth that I didn’t ask for. A warmth that I didn’t tell my brain to send. This wasn’t one of those times. I felt the warmth this time, but my brain was sending the messages.
I sat back down in the water as he squeezed the sponge over me to remove the soap.
When he was done, he covered me in the warmest, fluffiest towel I had ever felt. I finally felt confident enough to dry myself. When he saw me grab at the towel, he let go and allowed me to do it. He stepped back, allowing me space. I didn’t wash my hair, but he left a brush for me on the sink. Once I was completely dry, he reminded me of the clothes he left.
“I’ll get you some stuff tomorrow. But for now, this is all I have.”
“Thank you,” I whispered.
He nodded and turned to leave the bathroom while I got dressed.
He left me his boxers, but they looked either brand new or barely used. I slid them on. They were smooth and comfortable against my skin. I slipped on the white t-shirt that fell to my knees. It had the same cotton smell I remembered from the first time we met. I opened the bathroom door, and he was sitting on the edge of his bed, staring at his phone. He stood up when he saw me and pulled the covers back, telling me to get in. I climbed in and the sheets were smooth and warm. He had a big white fluffy comforter that felt like a cloud. He handed me some pills and a glass of water.
“It’s just aspirin for your tongue.” I sat up and swallowed the pills and drank the rest of the water in the glass. I handed it back to him when I was done.
“Lay down,” he said. He pulled the covers up to my shoulders and kissed me on my forehead.
“I’ll be in the living room if you need me.”
I didn’t respond. I was too shocked. He didn’t want to rape me tonight. Maybe he was saving me for tomorrow. It was late. Maybe my tongue grossed him out. I smiled at this thought and fell into the best sleep I had experienced since I was taken 4 years ago.