This Is War, Baby - K Webster Page 0,8
tells me that he has plans for me—plans he’s probably wanted to execute for quite some time.
“Drink.”
I open my mouth and graciously accept the cold liquid. A tiny moan escapes me as I suck down the water with greed.
“That’s enough, Baylee. You’ll throw up if you drink too much. Why don’t you have a try at eating something?” His saccharine tone sickens me and I glare at him.
“I’m thirsty.”
“And you’ll get more. You have to slow down though.”
With an unconvinced nod, I jerk my gaze over to the plate on the table. A few scrambled eggs, a couple of sliced strawberries, and an unbuttered piece of toast.
“Where’s the bacon?” I pout.
He chuckles and I cringe. I hate the sound. Hate his laugh. “Oh, baby, you’re not getting bacon for a few days. One step at a time here.”
“You act like you’ve done this before.” My haughty tone wipes the smile off his face. Good.
“Several times, actually. But never have I enjoyed it so much.” He winks and I frown.
Several times? What happened to the rest of the girls?
“Can you untie me?”
His lips draw up into a wolfish grin that frightens me down to the fabric of my being. “Baylee, I would love to untie you. And after training, as long as you’re a good girl, not only will I untie you, but I’ll let you shower as well. Would you like that?”
The deception in his words is thick.
“I don’t believe you.”
He shrugs and holds a piece of toast to my lips. “Not like you really have a choice though. If I were you, I’d take a chance and see what happens. Comply and you will be rewarded—that is my promise to you.”
I take a bite and chew the dry toast. I’d prefer to suck down that entire bottle of water but I’m trying to behave.
“Good girl.”
My belly aches from the food and I squirm in the bed. He’s gone from the room and left me here. I wonder if he’ll come back and make good on his promise. But with his return will be the training he’s referring to. I’m not sure I’m ready for that.
Dishes clang together in the kitchen as he cleans up and I grow annoyed. The dishes can wait. I wish he’d come back, do what he plans on doing, and then let me shower.
What will he do?
The most obvious conclusion would be that he wants to have sex with me. Audrey told me that it hurts the first time but not too bad. Surely I can handle him inside of me. I was prepared to let Brandon make love to me. This is something I can do—something I have to do.
“You ready?” His deep voice from the doorway jerks my attention to him. He stands there holding a large bowl of water with a rag hanging over the side.
I nod and attempt not to shrink away from him when he sits beside me. The bowl gets placed on the bedside table and I strain to watch his every move.
“Are you going to hurt me?” The wobble in my voice gives away my fear and I hate myself for it. “Please don’t hurt me.”
His smile is gentle, comforting even. “Sweetheart, I’m not going to hurt you today.”
A lump of fear forms in my throat and I desperately try to swallow it down. I’m not going to hurt you today. But tomorrow? Or the next? My heart begins galloping at his words.
“Please tell me why you took me, Gabe.”
He frowns. “I’ll tell you what the plan is. How about that? Will that satisfy your curiosity?”
“Yes.”
“I will. Right after training and your shower. I promise.”
He soaks the rag in the water and then wrings it out before bringing it over to my dirty body. The rag is warm and I gasp when he begins to sponge bathe me. His movement is reverent, almost fatherly in nature, and bile rises in my throat.
I don’t want him to touch me.
Or clean me.
Or even look at me.
He takes his time, washing my breasts first, and then cleans my face, neck, armpits, and stomach. As he gets lower, I attempt to drag my spread legs back together but they’re immovable because of the rope.
“I have to wash that bastard from your sweet pussy. This wasn’t his to take,” he murmurs, an angry glint in his eye.
He pushes the blanket down to my knees and stares between my legs. Then, he draws the rag down and cleans me. All over the outer lips