Chapter 8: Wrists of Rope and Hope
I was pulled from the dining table with my hands behind my back like a prisoner. Only fitting for my whereabouts. Fear erupted in my lungs and I found myself choking on breaths. I made small whimpering sounds when a rally of more men came to help him by side.
"Master Micah, let me help yo-" Egerton came with shackles in his hand, but he stopped him with a raise of his hand. Egerton and the rest of the men halted in their step and let him lead me through the side wing doors.
Micah.
The devils name rung through me like a series of shallow bullets poking holes through all my vital organs. I tried twisting my hands out of his grip, but his fingers dug into my wrist and I let out a moan in pain. I couldn't turn, I couldn't kick - all I could do was go where he pushed me.
He seemed oddly calm for the situation, the rest of the dinner party assumed their meals like this harassment was a regular occurrence. I bit my lip to try and stop my sobs, I wanted him angry - it felt safer than this chilling sense of composition. Like he was waiting, counting the seconds before he would strike.
It was the worst form of degradation, being treated like an animal and having to be fed from another mouth. In that moment, all I saw was red - strong enough to make me act out against him. I didn't think of the consequences and that was the first mistake of the night.
He pushed through all the doors that blocked his way, and I looked around paying attention to where we were going. Trying to see if I could memorize the pathway for when I needed to escape, the manor was big enough for me to get lost. Micah reached one hand to my neck and I gasped at how cold his fingers felt, he dragged my back to hit his chest and he touched his lips to my ear.
"You've ruined a very white shirt, Kitten," his breath came out ragged and if it wasn't for the intoxication of the wine, I believed him to be slightly aroused from my sudden compliance to let him lead me. "Made it bleed through and stain... and for that, It's only fair if I do the same to you"
My eyes widened when he opened a door that had stairs leading down somewhere. I turned in a force, facing him finally. I saw the tranquil look of rage in his eyes and in the way his mouth turned up. I reached my hand and placed it on his cheek hoping to find a resemblance of humanity in him, making him feel my pain.
He feels your pain, a voice in my head spoke. He just doesn't sympathize because he enjoys it.
"Micah, please," my stuttering voice broke out into a sob filled with dread. "Have mercy"
At the sound of my voice and my name on his lips, his face shifted slightly. A glimmer of hope etched into my skin and I pressed on. "It was a mistake, I'm sorry"
His face morphed back into rose-lashed cheeks and he slammed the door behind us leaving us in nothing but darkness and the flickering overhead candle light.
"You take liberties, kitten." He stepped in front of me, causing me to step back and my footing got lost and I missed the step, falling back. "You will call me master or sir as I now own every single fiber in your worthless body."
My body met with nothing but air as I was traveling through. I felt a raging burn hit the middle of my spine as I met with the wooden step. I screamed out in pain and my eyes fogged with the throbbing sensation. The wood dug into my back and my back scraped against it until I was falling down and further yet.
The last thing I heard was my howls of help at the crack of something similar to bone, the last thing I felt was flesh pick me up from the floor on which I lay like a spasming cricket, the last thing I saw was the flickering of candlelight and the devils face greet mine with a twisted smile.
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I came to in fragments. I felt the same lethargic feeling from my capture except I couldn't test my voice as it was gagged with a round glass ball and strapped to my head. My eyes felt heavy and I fell under once more, not paying any attention to my bound wrists and feet.
The second time I woke, I lasted longer. It was eerily quiet around me and I wanted to know how many days had gone by. I remembered in a speck of red what happened with the wine. I fell, I fell.
Where was I?
The third time was the final time and my body managed to regulate my breathing soon enough for me to realize I was in a chamber of sorts. I was tied by rope to a chair that held me in place. I was in nothing but white panties and a white tank top that I had dribbled over. My mouth parched for water, and that was my first indication that I had been unconscious for more than just a couple of days. I smelt the medicinal herb that seemed to be coming from behind me. I realized that someone had put a salve on my back where something happened from my fall.
I trashed against my bounds and screamed against the gag, my muffling cries coming out cracked and too low for anyone to hear. I would die here, I thought. My death would be the cause of some spitted wine and I would die underground where no one could hear me.
I looked around and saw the many devices and suspension mechanisms surrounded me. I realized I was in a torture chamber and the tears fell harder. I wanted nothing but to go home, even to the kitchen quarters and share warm soup with Brinley at this point.
I closed my eyes and told myself to calm down and save both my breath and my tears. Except, my eyes shot open when I heard a door slam shut and footsteps creaking down from the stairs. I held my breath and thought about pretending to be asleep. Not having enough time, my eyes met with my captor.
Micah walked towards me slowly. Like he was analyzing the room, the temperature, the damn walls. Everything except me. I tried wording out a "please" but only a muffled sound came out. He looked my way and something passed over his eyes.
He shook his head and walked behind me, facing my back. I felt his fingers trail on my hair and lift it up to sit on my shoulders. A chill passed through me when I felt him touch my back and gooseflesh made its way across my body. I whimpered only to hear him groan. I felt him touch the middle of my back and I hissed in pain when he came in contact with an open wound. I heard him reach behind and get something opened before feeling the sting of a salve on my wound.
He was attending me?
I tried rationalizing my thoughts before the sting soothed into something like relief. The pain numbed and I slumped against the chair, moaning in response. Loving the feeling of his fingers on my back as it transferred an anesthetic to stop the perpetual burning.
No, I changed the course of my thoughts. I didn't like his touch, I liked the salve.
I heard him place the container back and he walked in front of me, before bending down and looking at me. He stared unabashedly, making sure he took in every line on my face before slowly trailing his gaze down to my collar, my breasts, my torso and finally the spot in between my legs.
I tried shifting my knees so that I could cover myself, but the rope restrained any sort of movement. Micah smirked at this and returned his gaze upwards.
"Now that you're awake, I shall move you to my room to return to your cage. This is a liberty given to you. I shall decide if you shall be fed later, for now take this as an offering. If you comply and submit to me - life will be all the better for you, kitten." His breath came out soft, contrary to the frown lines that his face had.
I did not reply, not because the gag disabled me to. But because I had nothing to say. I hated this man in front of me more than anything on this planet, he was my undoing and I wanted to see him burn for what he's done to me.
Micah touched the pad of his thumb to my cheek and withdrew it. I saw a tear droplet on his thumb and before I realized I was even crying - he brought his thumb to his mouth and sucked in. My breathing increased as I saw his mouth wrap around the thumb. He was a sick man.
I moved my head back in aversion to him, but also to what he did to me. He was loathsome and vile, but there was a small shred of feeling in me that followed his every move. Latching on to his actions like a parasite. He moved forward and his lips were in front of my gagged mouth. His face so close, I could see the specks of gold in his dark eyes, the small dip underneath his bottom lip. He looked down to my mouth and then back up to my widening eyes. His gaze was dropping and almost cumbersome. He moved closer and I felt his hot breath on my skin before he parted his lips and moved upward to my cheek. Not wanting any part to this, I closed my eyes and then I felt it.
I felt him groan as his tongue came out and licked the stream of tears that lined my cheeks. He moved and did the same to the other side. Stopping to kiss my cheekbone lightly. I whimpered at the sensation. He pushed away but stayed close to my face. To my lips.
"This will stop all the physical pain, all you have to do is swallow it." He whispered and I could feel the arousal in his strained voice. I didn't understand what he meant before he reached into his pant pocket and lifted out a singular white disc-shaped compressed tablet. I felt him reach behind me to unlock my gag with his other hand and it popped out my mouth, leaving my cheeks full and my lips wet with saliva. I swallowed, and opened my mouth looking up at him with what I aimed to be something resembling gratitude.
He looked at my eyes and it shifted to my open mouth. I looked down and saw the clear flush of longing. I would take whatever helped stop the pain in my body, I wanted to fall back into a slumber. Sleep meant I wasn't feeling. I wasn't knowing.
He lifted the pill and opened his mouth the same way I did. He placed the pill on the middle of his tongue and moved closer so that I understood what he meant. I closed my mouth and licked my bottom lip. My mind sang with refusal, I wouldn't take the tablet from his mouth with mine. But my body orchestrated a ringing of need for a stopper to the pain. I closed my eyes and battled the contradicting feelings.
I opened my eyes to see the corner of his lips lift in a smile as if he knew I wasn't smart enough to take the easing tablet. But before thinking about it, knowing he would shut his mouth soon or spit the tablet out. I moved my head forward and opened my mouth, seeing him slightly surprised was enough to move me forward. I tilted my head to the side and without thinking too much, I touched my tongue with his. Letting the tablet slide down my throat as his tongue slid against mine.
A small thread of desire shot through my body, but I removed my tongue from his and swallowed it down. Both the tablet and any sense of attraction.
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