Lizzie paced the room. She hated being locked up. The walls felt like they were closing in on her. There was nothing to do except try to push away the memories of Bumby's punishment. She was still sore and found bruises everywhere. Luckily, a green dress from the wardrobe covered them all up. Not like it mattered much, but she hated seeing them whenever she walked past the mirror. Earlier that day, Bumby had announced he was going to see her family. She threatened to kill him if he so much as touched any of them. He merely laughed at her empty threat.
A week had passed since Bumby took her. Lizzie tried her best to keep clean, but a cloth and a small bowl of water could only do so much. Bumby knew she needed a good proper bath, but to get it she needed to do something for the loathsome monster.
"Come on, Lizzie. You'll have your precious bath. And it'll be enjoyable for both of us. I promise."
"A bath in a gilded tub so large Queen Victoria would be jealous wouldn't be worth it. I'd rather stink. Then maybe you wouldn't be so adamant on defiling me." Lizzie said with a scowl. Bumby only smiled his stupid smug smile.
"Nothing in the world would repel me from you, my love. As for the exchange, it won't be anything like your punishment. I'll make sure you're taken care of." Lizzie's face turned red.
"Absolutely not!" Lizzie replied. She really needed a bath, but she really didn't want to sleep with him. She thought back to the night he destroyed her purity. She realized if he wanted it, he'll take it, no matter how much she protested. If anything happens, it will be by her choice. But maybe she could get something more from it? Like the boys she'd flirt with when visiting Papa at the university. They would flock to her and did anything she asked. Bumby wasn't that oblivious, but he did have some form of love? Obsession? Anyway, it could get her things she needed. Lizzie repressed a shudder. She couldn't believe she was doing this.
"If I do this, I want books, too." Lizzie demanded, folding her arms in front of her. "I can't stand being locked up without something to pass the time." Bumby smiled.
"I knew you'd see it my way." He kissed her lips and began to unbutton the front of her dress. "When we're done, I'll wash your clothes, too. You won't have to stay in those stinking bloomers for long." He guided her to her bed and laid her back. Her dress and undergarments were removed, as well as his own clothes and he went back to kissing her on the lips. She didn't know where to put her hands, so she kept them buried in the blanket covering the mattress. She kept her eyes closed. She didn't want to see anything. A feather-light touch ghosted over her still-bruised cheek. She waited for him to say something along the lines of "you deserved that", but he kept quiet. His lips moved down from her lips to her neck. His beard and chest hair tickled her skin and she tried to resist scratching at it.
His slimy tongue found her nipple and at first contact, a shock went through her, down to her toes. Bumby seemed to like her reaction, so he began to suck on it. He pinched and tweaked the other nipple with his hand. He kissed his way down her body; he was sure to kiss every bruise he caused the week before on his way down. He made it to her bellybutton when his kisses stopped. Lizzie opened her eyes and saw Bumby looking at her. He picked her hands from the blanket and moved them up and down his body, from his chest to his hips. She looked up at him; her eyes asked him what he was doing.
"You want your bath, don't you? And your books? Make your hands useful." Lizzie hesitantly moved her hands up and down his body and he resumed his kissing. He kissed lower and lower until his head was level with the patch of hair covering her privates. Bumby glanced up when her hands paused. He smiled and lowered his head. His tongue ran through her slit and caused her to gasp and grab his shoulders. He smiled at her reaction and continued devouring her most private place. She wondered if it was like making out with himself. There was a feeling so intoxicating building up in her core. She could almost forget who was giving it to her; she could almost pretend she was with someone decent. Oh, please finish this! He stopped.
Bumby sat up, licking Lizzie's juice from his lips. There was some in his beard, too. He moved her legs up so they were around his waist. She knew what was coming and gulped. Bumby saw her nervousness and carressed her thigh.
"This won't hurt a bit." He promised. He slid slowly into her, allowing her to get used to the feel of him inside her. He started slowly, going in and out at a steady pace. He bent down and kissed her lips. He used his thumb to massage a very sensitive spot between her legs. Every touch sent delicious shocks through her and she soon found herself thrusting along with him. She nearly forgot where she was. All she could think of was her release. Bumby felt the same and his thrusts quickened. Lizzie soon felt the pressure build inside her and erupted with a whine. Her internal spasms sent Bumby over the edge. He moaned her name and released inside of her.
They stayed there for a bit, panting. Bumby pulled out and began to dress himself. Congratulations, Lizzie. she thought. You just sold your body for a bath. She watched as he buttoned up his shirt. This bath better be worth it.
It wasn't.
Bumby didn't trust her enough to leave her in the bathroom by herself, so he not only insisted on staying in the room but he decided to wash her, too. She grimaced as his hands roamed over her body to spread the soap. When he soaped up his hands and washed her privates, she suddenly wondered: What if I get pregnant? He's done IT twice already. Lizzie tried to remember what Nanny taught her about the subject. You get sick in the mornings, you miss your menstruation cycles, and... Bumby brushed the sensitive spot. Damn him! Lizzie's body and hair was washed and dried and she was dressed in a light dress. She was allowed to sit by him while he washed her dirty night dress and underclothes.
Lizzie looked around his bedroom. Papers and books were everywhere, his bed was sloppily made and the door to her prison was wide open. Her stomach turned. She really didn't want to go back in there. It was dark and it smelled and it was too small. She wanted space and air and freedom. A crazy thought popped into her head. What if she just up and ran? How far could she get? She knew she wouldn't make it, but she couldn't help but hope. She knew he would punish her just for trying and she'd never get her books. She'd probably never get to see daylight.
"Finals are coming up." Bumby said, breaking the silence. "Your father is very impressed with my work so far. He said I'll be graduating with honors." He looked at Lizzie for a reaction, but she kept her face turned away. "Late summer, I'll be working for my doctorate in psychology." A knock at the door made them jump. Bumby wasted no time in grabbing Lizzie's arm and tossing her back into the small room. He locked the door, as well as the bathroom and hurried to answer the door.
Lizzie kept an ear at the keyhole. She could just make out the voice of the visitor. Please be a cop! she thought. She was disappointed when she heard laughter. She listened hard for a scrap of information. Names, locations, anything she could use to find out where she was.
"Still studying? Angus, you need to relax." the visitor said when they approached her door. Lizzie couldn't see who had come over, though she could see it was a man about the same age as Bumby. They talked about their classes for a bit and then the visitor asked if he was going to a party.
"No, I'm going to have my hands full." Bumby started to unlock the door and Lizzie backed away. "With Dean Liddell's daughter." He opened the door and Lizzie was revealed to the visitor. Lizzie shrunk away from the men. It didn't help that she wore nothing under her dress.
"Did ya go about poppin' her cherry or is it still available?" the visitor asked. Lizzie knew she's seen him before. Maybe once at tea?
"You're an hour too late for that, Jack." The men grinned wickedly and looked at Lizzie, who looked both afraid and offended.
"I heard she disappeared. Didn't think it'd be because of you." Jack said.
"Good. The less eyes on me the better." Bumby began to straighten Lizzie's hair as he spoke. "But, I feel like her bratty sister suspects me." Lizzie's fear evaporated at the mention of her sister.
"Don't you dare hurt Alice!" she ordered, pointing a finger into Bumby's chest. He grabbed her wrist and glared at her.
"As long as she keeps her mouth shut and you behave, she'll stay safe." His face softened and he started to pet her hair once more. "You will be good, won't you?" Lizzie glared at him, but nodded. "Good." The two men left the room and Lizzie leaned against the wall for support. Suddenly, the idea of having something to read dimmed dramatically in comparison to assuring Alice stayed safe. If she did what Bumby wanted her to do, she may lose herself, but at least her sister lived another day.
"Alice! Alice!" Lizzie ran through Wonderland Woods in search of her sister. She had to get a message to her. Bumby had come home threatening to hurt her because her father asked if he knew about her disappearance. He was curious since Alice suddenly acted differently around him. Lizzie couldn't find her anywhere.
"If it's the Queen you seek, you're looking in the wrong direction." Lizzie looked up to see the Cheshire Cat lounging on a tree branch.
"Cat! Where's my sister?" she asked.
"Where royalty stuff their faces with cake. She never turns down an offer." The Cat disappeared and Lizzie ran for Queensland.
The maze was new. Lizzie ran down its unfamiliar twists and turns , only to end up where she didn't want to. Plenty of times, she was chased by a card guard but he was easily lost in the labyrinth. Once she came to the middle, where Alice was helping herself to what looked like a third helping of cake, Lizzie ran for her sister.
"Alice!" She was prevented from getting any closer, though, because a group of guards held their weapons toward her.
"Lizzie? NO! Don't hurt her!" The cards didn't move, but they didn't run her through, either.
"Alice, listen to me. Don't speak of Bumby around Mum or Papa, okay?" Lizzie panted.
"But you told me to tell them before. He took you away. Don't you want to come home?" Alice asked.
"Of course I do. With all my heart. But if people know he did it because you told, he said he would hurt you, too." Alice gasped. "Don't be frightened. I'm doing everything I can to protect you. I'll do anything for you."
"Then come home." Alice said. "We all miss you. Mum can't sleep anymore. She just sits by the window all day, waiting for you to come home. And -" Alice couldn't finish because the Queen stood up so quickly the table with the cake was toppled over and the cake was ruined.
"Enough of this foolish talk! Send her away! Off with her head!" The guards advanced and Lizzie ran. She tried to lose them, but it seemed more would materialize around every corner. Suddenly, she found herself in a dead end. Alice's stomach dropped when she heard her sister's screams.
