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“You’re a man. You wouldn’t know how to properly wash a woman’s cunt if it came with an instruction manual.” Dipping the brush into a bucket on the floor, she sloshes more cold water onto my body and continues with her scrubbing.
As his smile fades to a snarl, I stare at the gun in his hand, trained on me. What if I attacked her right now? Would he shoot me? I’d do it, if I thought he would. Unfortunately, I think he knows Remus would kill him, if he offered me such a merciful end to this. No, I’m certain that gun is to wound me. Slow me down. Draw out this misery for as long as they can.
Even so, I can’t take my eyes off it, my thoughts sinking to depths I’ve never ventured before. The uncharted murkiness that lures me away from the light. What bliss it would be to close my eyes and never have to wake to Remus again.
Once she’s finished, Agatha tosses a set of clean clothes at me, which fall to the wet floor. As the three of them leave the room, I’m left to dress in the blackness.
* * *
Warmth embraces me. A hand glides down inside my pants, and with soft, gentle circles, I crawl out of sleep. “Shhhh. It’s Titus,” he whispers, his chest pressed against my back.
A haze of confusion hangs over me, and I don’t want to open my eyes, for fear of leaving him, my gentle giant. “You’re here.” I can’t help the weepy smile in my voice. The relief that cocoons beneath my skin, being this close to him again.
“You missed me?”
A tear leaks from the corner of my eye, trickling down my temple, and I nod. “Very much.”
Lips slant over mine, while his fingers glide up and down my seam, stirring a slick wetness that belongs only to him.
“Take me away from here, Titus. Please.”
“Come for me, and I will. I’ll take you far away. I promise you,” he whispers.
Keeping my eyes closed on the dream, I nod, sliding my hand down along his arm into my pants. Feeling the absence of fingers, I startle awake on a gasp. Lids flipped open to Remus’s room, and I shove the hand away.
Cruel laughter bounces inside my skull, and I shake my head, as the reality of what I’ve done settles over me.
“Guards, tie her up.” Remus pushes off the mattress behind me, and I glance over my shoulder to see him disrobe.
I dart toward the edge of the bed, but collapse onto my stomach when hands take hold of my ankles. They drag my body backward. I kick out at nothing. My hands are captured, my body wrested hard against the headboard. The wooden frame knocks against my head, as I kick and fight to break free.
“She kissed me. Did you see?” Remus stands beside one of the guards, who secures my wrists and elbows him. “Got a little tongue action out of her.”
The guard chuckles and steps back from the bed. “Think she liked it.”
“She definitely did.” Tipping his head, Remus drags the same finger he used to fondle me over my cheek, the sensation twisting my stomach inside out. “More than she cares to admit.”
Rage and humiliation burn inside of me, my eyes wet with tears. “You will never be the man Titus was. You’re weak. So fucking weak!”
A flash of movement in my periphery is the only warning, before a bone-rattling punch strikes the corner of my eye. The room darkens on the fringes and dissolves into a pinprick.
* * *
Remus pushes off of me for the dozenth, or so, time--I’ve lost count. My hips are bruised and aching, as usual, but I stare off at the white wall, praying that it’ll turn black.
Agatha is absent this time. Perhaps she’s grown bored with the violations. Maybe my apathy toward it all has stripped the excitement. They didn’t feel the need to gag me this time, after all.
“You will bear my child. Produce a perfect version of myself. And after the birth, I will hand you over to my men to do with you what they will. That will be my revenge. The ultimate revenge against your bastard father.”
Tears stream down my temples as I study the path of the cracks in the wall, all the way up to the ceiling, and I let loose a sound I considered myself no longer capable of. Obnoxious, inappropriate laughter that echoes in the room.
“I’m happy that you find that so amusing. It’ll help with the trauma.”
“You’re … fucking stupid.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“All of you. You’ve all been fucking duped. You’re all so ... stupid!”
