From the Hidden Cupboard

Making a Monster

A/N - trigger warning: abusive relationship(?), dub cons(?), violence... that said, should you choose to... read to the end for the nuances or you will miss something big... (drumroll please) 

I sighed and flopped onto the couch. The soft surface was a welcome change from being on my feet all day. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Then the door burst open and I looked up in a panic. No, it was too early for him to be here! I looked at the clock and realised that it was me who was late.

"Turn around slut." The man growled at me. I shook my head and whimpered.

"No, Trevor, I'm too tired..." I started to say, but I was cut off with a stinging slap that snapped my head to the side. My face was grabbed and a glare was leveled at me.

"The f*ck you just say? I think you just said 'yes sir', am I right?" He hissed at me. Before I had a chance to respond, I was forced around onto my knees and my jeans dropped. I shook and started to cry. I was in so much trouble. The second the fat cock slipped in, I shuddered. The sick feeling in my stomach rolled.

I wondered how long I had to live. How long until Trevor noticed...? My skin crawled as I felt the pull of the d*ck inside my arse. It made my head swim and my bile rise. Suddenly my hair was nearly ripped from my skull. I felt the punch to my side and heard the loud cursing behind me. I was thrown onto the floor and kicked in the side.

"What the f*ck!?" You piece of garbage! Are you f*cking seeing this?" I looked up at the man and whimpered when I saw the problem. I flinched when Trevor grabbed me by the neck and forced me down the hall. I was shoved into the bathroom and onto my knees in the tub.

"I'm sorry Trevor. I worked overtime today... I didn't mean to..." I pleaded with him. Trev shook his head in disbelief and disgust.

"Clean it. Now! You f*cking dirty piece of sh*t." He screamed at me. He threw the nozzle at me and crossed his arms with a sour look. I warmed the water up and gently washed my own foulness from Trev's length. I could hardly see with my tears. I knew I was really in for it. This was the first time I had forgotten to get ready right when I got home. I should have known better.

"I'm sorry Trev, it won't happen again. I promise." I mumbled pitifully. He smacked my face and made me look at him.

"You are damn right it won't happen again. You are just lucky I didn't make you eat it. Next time I will, I promise you." He muttered back. I gagged a little at the mere thought of it. He chuckled and stepped out of the tub to dry off. When I tried to follow he kicked me back in. I saw him reach for the cleaning tool and I panicked a little.

"No, please Trevor..." I begged. He smacked my arse and changed the tool on the end of the hose. Then he put the spray on and shoved it between my cheeks. I swore as the gush of hot water flooded my insides. It burned with how hot he had it and I trembled in pain. "It's too hot! Ah, please!"

"Oh. Is that right? My bad. Here, how's this?" He grinned sadistically at me as he turned the hot water completely off. The flush of cold went in and chilled me to the bone. My teeth chattered and my back shivered from the icy temperature. My butt spewed the fouled water into the tub each time he pulled out a bit.

"It-it-it is too c-c-cold now." I entreated his mercy. He just laughed grimly.

"What a f*cking baby. First it is too hot, now it is too cold. Make up your f*cking mind slut. How do you want it?" He kept filling me up until the water ran clear again. Then he soaped me up with scented body wash and rinsed me off. I thought I might get a warm towel, but he didn't even offer a cloth. Instead he pushed me to my knees on the tile floor.