Dominating The Troublemaker

Déjà Vu And The Ultimate Betrayal

- Roxanne Grey - 

*One Week Later*

Deja vu.

Yeah, that's what it is.

Being bruised all over brings back horror-filled images from my past relationship with Logan. It hasn't even been more than three months since that 'incident' happened. Although my body physically recovered, I am still mentally scared about the whole thing. 

At least Pierce didn't use his hands.

He used a whip instead, and although it hurt like hell I'd prefer that over him cutting me and beating me.

—What the fuck am I saying!? Did I just say I'd prefer being whipped? 

Being in this room must've caught up to me, thoughts like that shouldn't even exist in my head. I've officially gone borderline insane from this. There's nothing more I want than freedom from this nightmare, I'm constantly terrified that he much just walk into this room any minute and not just physically hurt me...but sexually as well.

All he's done is kiss me, if that's what you call kissing, it felt more like dominating my mouth. That man has found a way to use my body against me, I've been fighting to make sure that I don't give into him. My efforts are slowly fading away though, because it's happened so much I don't even want it to stop anymore.

...Speaking of the devil, look who just walked in and turned on the light. 

Pierce has been generous with the light lately—oh wait he's not doing it for me. The fuckers doing it for himself. Why? Well what other reason than because he has me tied up to the bed, spread-eagle and naked. I've learned to deal with him seeing me stark, however, I am not used to the stares he gives me from it.

Strange enough, I thought he did this for some perverted reason, but every time his eyes end up on me he looks...pained. Which is good because at least he's not a complete sicko, but bad because it's pretty offensive my body isn't doing anything for him—again Roxanne, really? What is up with these thoughts, I should be basking in the joy of not triggering some desire in this guy, instead, I'm offended by it?

I need to get out, quickly.

Pierce unbuckled me from the bed, he does this every time he's in the room, which happens to be five times a day. For some reason he needs me tied up to feel secure, a precaution so I don't try to sneak out, which I would do. I've gotten used to being tied up though, it doesn't bother me like it used to, and at least I can sleep better now.

Again!

I'm losing it, I'm fucking losing it! Did I just say being tied up doesn't bother me! 

After releasing me, Pierce picked me up as if I weighed completely nothing, and brought me to the bathroom. This meant it was time to clean up, he washes me, which is uncomfortable because he washes everywhere. 

He placed me inside of the tub, and started running water inside of it. 

It was quiet as we waited for it to rise high enough to actually start washing, and it left me a tad tense.

"Tonight I'll allow you to be clothed." Pierce announced, his voice deeper than usual. 

My eyes widened. "W-Why?"

"Would you rather not be clothed?" He asked, genuinely curious.

This embarrassed me a tad, I shook my head. "N-No."