Mark of Love (Love Mark #3) - Linda Kage Page 0,154
to bleed for him again in another two days.
Then he hand-fed me, bringing bite-sized pieces of food to my mouth, except even those were too big for my jaws to handle, so he had to mash stuff up and spoon-feed me. If I’d had the energy to defy him, I would’ve refused. But that survivor instinct in me just kept struggling. Every time I wanted to quit, it forced me to keep breathing, keep swallowing. And so I accepted everything he put into my mouth.
I’m pretty sure I wet myself at one point. I didn’t feel myself go, but I felt the cold moisture afterward and I could smell the urine. Everett had to clean that up too. And I didn’t even care.
Every other dignity had been stripped from me. What was one more?
I slept through the night without waking. I probably would’ve stayed out the entire next day, too, but I kept getting awoken and fed and nursed as Everett saw to my wounds.
A fever wracked my body that night, but Everett nursed it back down with a magic brew he’d gotten from somewhere. Afterward, I fell into another mindless sleep, only to be jerked back to consciousness by a hand fondling my breasts. They were sore and bruised already, scratched to hell from being jammed against the metal strap of the extractor. Didn’t matter how gently someone touched them now, they hurt.
And he wasn’t gentle.
Eyes flying open with a hiss of pain, I woke just in time to find Everett ejaculating on my stomach.
“Wha—?” I’d healed enough to move and try to sit up, but I was still too weak for much strength, so when he pushed me back down and held me there with one hand while he finished, I just closed my eyes, turned my head aside, suffering through.
“Ready for another day of extracting?” he asked when he was done and tucking himself away again before wiping the semen off me.
“You won’t…” I slurred, finding it difficult to talk after the damage he’d done to my mouth. My jaws still ached and my wounded tongue wasn’t working so well. “Won’t get away with this,” I tried telling him anyway.
“Darling,” he said with a smile as he took my sore chin in his hand to force me to look at him. “I already have.”
I attempted to spit on him, but I ended up just kind of drooling out the side of my mouth. It did run over his hand where he was holding my jaw, though, which caused him to curse in dismay.
And in return, he beat me until I blacked out.
When I came to, his assistant had arrived, and they’d already strapped me down to the extractor. Unfortunately, I was awake for the insertion of my mouth retractor and the turning-over process so I could face the map.
Which was so painful it knocked me out again.
I spent the rest of that day in and out of awareness.
It didn’t take me long to decide I preferred extraction days though. I remembered less on those days, and I didn’t like remembering. I didn’t like being cognizant.
Everett was always there whenever I was awake. And I think he was growing a bit too fixated on me. He never fully raped me, but he liked to fondle. A lot. And he jacked off on me daily.
What was worse, he started to grow kind when he fed and nursed me, stroking my bald head and telling me how much he’d take care of me because I was his now. He owned me. He swore to me that if I survived after this was over, he’d hide me from King Ignatius so the two of us could be together forever. He promised I could be the first woman in his harem when he became ruler of a newly formed Teller.
It was probably for the best that my tongue swelled up too large for me to formulate words after the second day on the extractor, otherwise, I would’ve told him I’d die before ever willingly staying with him. And he’d no doubt find some new way to humiliate me and exert his control if I did. I really didn’t need any more pain than I was already experiencing.
On extraction days, he was back to being clinical and cruel, showing no mercy as he made me endure excruciating moment after excruciating moment, laughing at me when I moaned or whimpered too much and hitting me if I managed to jerk out of the way