Madness: Part 2 – Chapter 29

She hasn’t been out for long. Four hours. To her, it probably feels like days. I stand from the chair and step onto the drain. I use one hand to move her hair from her face, and the other holds the tip of the water bottle to her cracked lips.

Her head is tilted back, her eyes up on mine, and she greedily swallows the water while some falls down her chin and runs over her naked body to splash on the floor between her legs.

I pull it away, and she’s gasping. “Take it easy. Nice and slow, doll face. Don’t want you to get sick.”

The sedative wasn’t a high dosage, but I can’t predict how her body will react.

She shakes her head at my words, and I hold the bottle to her lips again. She’s like a baby bird begging to be fed. She has no use of her arms, and soon, I’ll limit her even more. I’m not sure if I’ll need to use the cuffs around her ankles or not. That will depend on her.

She slowly sips on it, and I run my free hand over her matted hair. “That’s it. Good girl. Nice and easy.”

Pulling away, she takes another deep breath. Sitting back in the chair, I order, “Stand up.”

She slowly gets to her shaking legs and stands before me naked, but her head is high and her shoulders back. Fuck, I underestimated her. She would come into Carnage, and her cheeks would redden when I spoke dirty to her, but I could tell by the look in her eyes she’d be into most of the shit I thought of doing to her. She’s just another woman deprived of what her body wants and too afraid to ask for it.

“Turn around for me, doll face. I want to see you.”

She holds her arms out as far as the connecting chains will allow and slowly gives me her back. The warm room fills with her heavy breathing, and my eyes drop to her bubble ass and run up the curve of her spine. Her hair sticks to her back and shoulders, and I want to put it up for her but refrain. My hands will be in it soon enough.

Turning back to face me, she meets my eyes as her chest heaves. I stand from the chair, and she arches her neck to keep her eyes on me. I’m not going to pounce on her. I was telling her the truth when I said she’d beg me from her knees.

Walking up to her, I cup her face, and her lips part. “Why…why can’t I have the use of my hands?” She stumbles over her words, sounding out of breath.

“Because you don’t need them,” I say honestly.

She pulls on them as if to reassure herself they’re secured to her thighs. I didn’t buckle them tight enough to cut off circulation, but they aren’t coming off unless I unlock them.

She bares her perfect white teeth up at me. “Do you think I’m going to attack you?”

I laugh at that. “No.” I run my knuckles down her water-covered chest, and she doesn’t flinch. She’s becoming accustomed to my touch already. Sooner than I had hoped. “It’s also because it turns you on.”

She tenses at my words, but we both know they’re true. “I think a part of you wants to be forced to be my whore.” I lower my face down to hers. Our lips are so close that if I pucker them, I’d kiss her. “Tell me I’m wrong, Annabelle.”

Her dilated eyes search mine, but she doesn’t say anything. She takes a step back, and my hand drops to my side.

“No,” she whispers, shaking her head.

“No,” I repeat, pulling my cell from my pocket. I pull up an app, and the small TV hanging in the corner of the room turns on.

She spins around and looks up at it as the twenty-five inch shows her bedroom. It’s dark, but you can’t miss her lying in her bed at her house. She’s moaning, her body moving under the covers.

“What is this?” She steps forward to get a better look, but I stay quiet, watching her view herself on the screen.

She wakes up, plays the recording, and gets herself off. Then it skips to the scene in her room where she begs me to fuck her. Begs me to kiss her. I spit in her mouth on the screen, and watching it happen makes her gag.

I step up behind her. My hand brushes the hair off her shoulder, and I wrap my hand around her throat from behind. “See, doll face. Even in your dreams, you’re my dirty little whore.”

She spins around, eyes glaring up at me. “Fuck you, Hai⁠—”

I wrap my hand around her throat and push her backward, cutting off her words and slamming her back into the glass. Her lips part, but nothing comes out. Her hips buck, pushing into mine as I pin her in place, but her eyes go heavy.

“Spread your legs, beautiful,” I command.

She does as she’s told, and I loosen up on her neck, allowing her to breathe as my hand drops between her legs. I run my fingers along her pussy, and she pushes it against my hand, wanting them inside her. But instead, I hold them up in front of her face. “Look how wet you are just watching yourself beg me to fuck you. Imagine if I actually gave you what you wanted.” I place them in my mouth and suck on them.

Her eyes grow heavy. Fuck, she’s panting, and the room grows hotter as my cock presses against the inside of my zipper, begging to push her down to the floor and fuck her right here right now. To forget the plan I’ve spent two weeks putting together. I wouldn’t be a Lord if I didn’t have patience.

I take a step back, and she slumps against the glass, gasping. “Get some rest, doll face,” I tell her, then turn my back to her. I step out of the room, locking the metal door, making sure she can’t escape. Then I take an immediate right and walk into the adjoining room. I sit down on the barstool and watch her through the one-way mirror, knowing this will be her home for however long she decides.

CHARLOTTE

The blinding light turns off, leaving me with the dim bulb that hangs from the center. I manage to get over to the thin mattress and fall onto it. Positioning myself with my back against the wall, I pull my knees up to shield my body, my hands still tied to them at my sides. I know he’s on the other side of the glass, watching me. The video he showed me tells me he’s always got eyes on me. Whether it be a camera or him hiding in the darkness, he’s there.

The TV remains on—adding a little more light to the room—playing the same tape over and over with me being the main character. The sound of my voice begging him to fuck me has my breathing erratic. I can’t even lift my arms to cover my ears. That’s the point.

He’s forcing me to watch porn where I’m the slut begging for dick, and he’s the one refusing to give it to me.

I remember the dream very vividly. Then waking up and him being there. I even remember choosing to take the pill in the kitchen. It’s afterward that’s all fuzzy. I don’t recall lying in bed asking him to fuck me, him placing the belts on and securing me in place. Or how he got me here to Carnage.

But he’s right. I’m so wet right now. I place my forehead down on my bent knees and sniff. I want to cover up my face from humiliation, but I can’t. And that makes me angry.

Lifting my head, I glare at the glass with fisted hands. “Fuck you, Haidyn!” I yell. I drop my legs and kick them out, but it won’t do me any good. I’m throwing a tantrum in the middle of the store, and I’m being ignored.

Slamming my body down onto the mattress, I turn my back to the glass, forcing a whimper from my shaking lips because of how my arm is tied to my thigh. He’s thought of everything.

He wants me to humiliate myself.

The single light turns off, and all that remains on is the small TV, giving me very little light. It’s like a jail cell. What did I expect? He’s brought me to Carnage. I’m his prisoner. I’ll rely on him for food and water. He’ll probably only continue to feed me and give me water if he thinks I’m good enough to deserve it.

He said it’s up to me how long I’m here. I know what he wants, and as I listen to myself beg him to fuck me on the TV, I’m not sure how long I can hang on without giving in.

My father tried to warn me what would happen. The kind of life I’d live. What would be expected of me if I chose the Lords.

I look at the clock on my father’s dash to see it’s almost two in the morning. He woke me up and told me to get dressed. He wanted to take me somewhere.

As we pull down the gravel road, I sit up straighter while he finds a parking spot. The lot is full of expensive cars. “Dad⁠—”

“Put these on.” He reaches into the back seat and grabs a black cloak and mask.

“I don’t understand,” I say, looking at him as he pulls his own over his head.

“You’re not allowed to be seen during an offering.”

“What am I offering?” I ask, my hands getting sweaty. He’s never brought me here before, and we’re not religious.

“Nothing.” He frowns. “You haven’t done anything wrong.” Sighing, he looks at the double doors and then back at me. “Your mother wants to prepare you for your future. I want to show you what happens if we fail you.”

I’m even more confused than I was five seconds ago. “Does this have to do with being a Lady?”

“Look at me, Anna,” he says sternly.

Swallowing, I look over at him in the darkly lit car.

“Your mother wants me to show you what women in our world can do…what you’re capable of. You’re special.”

Every parent tells their child that.

“You will one day marry your Lord, but he will not define you.” Giving me a soft smile, he adds. “But a sacrifice must be made in order to get to the top.”

“What do I have to sacrifice?” I ask.

He looks away from me, staring out the windshield, and the silence lingers among us before he answers, “Whatever they want.”

I didn’t get any sleep. I’m not even sure how long I’ve been awake. Everything still hurts, and I’m thirsty again. My stomach growls, reminding me that I can’t remember the last time I ate something.

I’m fidgety and can’t get comfortable. If my arms were free, it’d be better. But that’s the point. He wants me to be irritated and desperate.

It’s fucking working.

“Haidyn?” I call out, sitting up and staring at the glass. “I know you can hear me.”

Use your words, doll face. His words echo in my head. “I’m thirsty. May I have a drink, please?” I’ll beg for anything at this point. Any kind of contact. He’s isolating me on purpose. Carnage has hundreds of cells in the basement. He’s got me all alone or in another part of the building. Otherwise, I’d hear other prisoners screaming while the Spade brothers torture them. “Please, Haidyn…I’m⁠—”

The sound of the door unlocking cuts me off, and I almost smile when he enters with two bottles of water in one hand and a bowl in the other.

I stay where I’m at, sitting on the mattress with my back against the wall as he locks us both inside and sits down in the chair that he left in here. He doesn’t have to worry about me using it as a weapon because I can’t pick it up.

My eyes meet his hard stare, and he sets the waters on the concrete floor. “Come here.”

I don’t know why, but his voice makes my thighs tighten. Is it because it’s the only one I’ve heard in what feels like days now? Or maybe it’s because I’ve listened to it on the TV that still plays on repeat.

Getting up, I make my way over to him and kneel at his feet. I know my place. I have no control here. Not over my own body. It’s just like when I was tied to the table, and he got me off while giving me an enema. Fuck, that thought has my pussy clenching. I close my legs tightly, hoping he doesn’t ask me to spread them so he can feel between them.

He unscrews the lid and holds it to my lips. Just like last time, I greedily gulp, and it runs down my chin and chest. I pull away, gasping at how cold it is.

“Take your time, doll face. I have plenty of water for you,” he assures me.

At least I know dehydration isn’t in my future.

Leaning forward, I place my lips on it again, and he tilts it for me to drink more. It burns my throat, it’s so cold, but it’s too good to stop. I can feel it running down my chest, stomach, and legs once again.

I pull away and whisper, “Thank you,” bowing my head. Whatever the hell it was I took is completely out of my system, and now I feel nothing but shame. I’d do anything for him to knock me out again and just live out my sentence in bliss. Like I was when he spit in my mouth. That Charlotte didn’t give a fuck.

“Eyes on me, doll face,” he commands, but I can’t. Mine remain on the floor. I’m kneeling between his open legs like a dog waiting to be petted. All I’m missing is a butt plug with a furry tail sticking out of my ass. Which I’m sure the fucker has around here somewhere.

He stands, and my breathing picks up while he walks behind me. I hear him unlock one of the cabinets and then slam it shut, locking it back.

His hand grips the back of my hair, yanking my head up. I cry out into the small room as he holds it in place and wraps something heavy and bulky around my neck. He drops my hair, and I hear a click at the back of my neck. Then he comes to sit back down in front of me.

I try to drop my head to look down, but I can’t. Something keeps my head up and my eyes on his. I try to reach up and pull it free, but my tied arms don’t get far. I bare my teeth at him.

“That’s more like it.” He reaches out to cup my face, and I try to pull away, but he grabs the thing around my neck, yanking me forward. I fall into the chair, whimpering as it presses into my wet chest. I balance on my shaking knees, the cold concrete digging into me. It’s going to leave bruises. “If you’re a good girl, I won’t have to hurt you.”

“And if I’m not?” I grind out through gritted teeth.

Maybe I need to hear him tell me what he’s going to do to me word for word. That way, I can hate him. Because right now, I don’t. Considering how wet I am between my legs, I don’t hate him enough.

“I’ll leave that as a surprise.” He lets go of me, but my head remains up.

I try to stretch my neck, but my movement is very restricted. I swallow nervously. “What’s on my neck?” I ask. It’s to keep him talking. I don’t want him to leave me alone here, especially since I don’t know what’s outside of these walls. I’m not sure who all knows I’m here, but the safest person for me to be around is Haidyn.

“It’s a posture collar. Keeps your head up and in place. When you learn to follow the rules, I’ll remove it.”

Rules? Did he give me rules? No. But it’s pretty much common sense. Do as I’m told.

He pushes the hair from my face, and I lean into his touch. I’m so horny it’s fucking pathetic. I’m someone who needs human interaction. I’m affectionate. I need to be hugged and kissed. I blame that on my parents. My father and mother were very affectionate with one another and of course with me. After my father died, my mom always made sure to remind me how much I was loved.

I consider it a curse. Because I was born into a world where that doesn’t exist. The fucking, yes. The Lords are all about sex. Even the Ladies are conditioned at a young age to need that. But everything else is not something a Lord will give you.

He reaches into his pocket, removes his cell, and I hear the TV stop. I close my eyes, thanking God that he shut it off only to hear my voice again. But this time, it’s different. I open them to meet his stare. “Haidyn,” I whisper. “Please…” I beg, not knowing what else there is to do.

He smiles at me and leans forward. “Spread your legs.”

Angry tears sting my eyes as I do as I’m told. He reaches down between my shaking legs and touches my wet pussy. I moan and rock my hips forward, wanting more, but he pulls his fingers away and holds them in front of my face to show me that they’re wet.

“Ready to be my whore, doll face?”

My lips thin, refusing to give in to him. I don’t even know why I’m playing this game. I’ll never win.

He wipes his fingers along my lips, and I pull away the best I can. Gripping my hair, he yanks my head back, forcing the collar to pinch the back of my neck. I cry out as he places his face down to mine. “Open your mouth, Charlotte. Taste how wet you are.”

I part my lips as the first tear runs down my cheek. He places his finger in my mouth, and I wrap my dry lips around it and begin to suck, tasting myself.

His eyes darken, and I moan, sucking it farther into my mouth and swallowing around it. The urge for him to fuck my mouth is strong as he pulls the finger out, and I leave my lips parted for him to enter it again. He pushes two in this time, and I oblige once more.

“Fuck, doll face. Look at you sucking on my fingers as if it’s my cock.” He groans, and I rock my hips while I kneel at his feet.

He pushes a third into my mouth, and I open wide for him as he runs them over my tongue and to the back of my mouth. I try not to gag, but it’s inevitable. I’d say even though I’m a virgin, I’ve always loved the idea of being good at sucking dick. I’ve seen porn where the man is brought to his knees because of how good the women are. Wanting to please a man while watching him fall apart looks like power to me.

He removes them, and I suck in a deep breath, swallowing the saliva that had filled my mouth.