ruth-less
adjective
without pity or compassion; cruel
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"Wake up, baby." Klaus whispers in my ear, his full weight still on top of me. Little does he know I didn't even fall asleep. Instead I was up all night thinking about escaping, thinking about home. How haven't the police found me? I've been missing for two weeks.

I groan, pretending to be waking up. I don't want Klaus to 'worry' about my sleeping patterns. He'd probably insist on giving me 'treatment', even the thought makes me sick.

I open my eyes, which I closed right before he woke up. Klaus looks the same as he did before he went to sleep except his face is filled with a new layer of confidence he gets every morning, which I wear off everyday.

"Hey little girl, how did you sleep?" Klaus whispers while placing his head on my forehead to wipe the hair out of my face.

I look into his eyes with disgust. "I'm not a little girl." I growl while trying to push him off of me. He barely moves an inch.

Klaus' smile falters. "Now let's not test my patience this early in the morning, little girl."

His hand trails down my neck until it lands on my right breast. He squeezes it. I know better than to fight his touch off, it will only anger Klaus and cause more harassment to me.

"Perfect size.." Klaus mutters to himself while squeezing my left breast.

"Klaus," I whimper and Klaus' gaze meets mine again, "I'm hungry." I'm not necessarily hungry, but I know Klaus making me food means a longer time with his hands off of me. At this point in my life that is all I can wish for.

Klaus' hand leaves my chest and he smiles, "See, you do need me."

I barely manage a nod. Although the nod is small, Klaus' smile isn't. The left corner of his mouth tips upwards more than his right, his cheeks indent with dimples that make him seem younger than he is. He has a goofy grin, his face is one of a child on Christmas morning.

"Come on baby, I'm hungry too."

Klaus leads me to kitchen by the hand. The kitchen by now is a familiar place to me. It walls the color of music notes, and the ceiling the color of an egg. Klaus walks over to the silver refrigerator. He hums an unfamiliar tune while pulling out a yellow egg carton and bacon. When he turns to me I back into the marble counter, afraid I angered him in any fashion.

"Relax baby girl, relax. Bad thing don't happen to good girls," He puts the contents in his hands on the counter and puts his arms on either side of my waist. He mouth finds my ear where he whispers, "Hmm, and you've been a very good girl this morning." A kiss placed on my . "Very, very good." Klaus purrs, his mouth barely touching my mouth.

"Klaus," I whimper when he places a kiss on my lips. "Klaus I'm still hungry."

Klaus' lips leave mine, but our foreheads are still touching. "Hmm... okay. Anything for my little girl." Klaus' attention leaves me while he retrieves a pan from the cupboard. "Hmm.. baby will you turn the stove on?"

I nod my head and walk to the stove. I obediently turn the stove on and watch the circles turn red with heat. I think about putting my hand on the heat. Just for a second. I am pulled out of my destructive thoughts when a pan is placed on the heat. Breakfast.

"It'll be ready in a couple minutes." Klaus looks from the eggs to the bacon to me. "Until then..." Klaus' hand twirls some of my brown hair with his pointer finger.

I clear my throat. "I'm just going to go to the bathroom..." I point my finger at the ajar door which the toilet is in.

"Aw..." Klaus murmurs while kissing my nose, "I was hoping to spend time with you..." a kiss is placed on my mouth.

I move out of his reach and walk to the bathroom. If it weren't for the smell of burning eggs, I'm sure Klaus would've followed me to the bathroom.

"So I got you new pills that I want you to try tonight." Klaus says while shoveling eggs into his mouth. After he chews and swallows he continues speaking, "The pills are birth control."

I stop chewing the egg in my mouth and drop the fork on my plate. Birth control would only be necessary if we were having sex.

Klaus laughs at my expression. "Don't worry baby, I'm sticking to my promise. I won't bend you until I think you are ready."

I swallow the eggs with much force. "So then why the pills?"

"I read somewhere that they will help regulate your period. I thought that would help you out." Klaus explains himself while our eyes meet each other. His grey ones and my blue ones.

"Klaus... I-I well I mean, that won't be necessary.." My cheeks redden, this is humiliating. And disgusting.

"I'm not asking you to take them, I'm telling you to take them." Klaus picks up a piece of bacon off the plate at the center of the table. "Now, what do you want to do today, little girl?"

"My name is Caroline." I say through clenched teeth, "Not little girl."

Klaus puts the half-eaten piece of bacon back on the plate. "Excuse me?"

"I have a name.." I whisper, losing my confidence, "I'd like it if you called me it."

"Now now, is someone acting naughty?" Klaus taunts and leans across the small coffee table, his face a few inches from mine.

"You don't control me, Klaus." Klaus' eyes seem darker and his eyebrows touch each other with anger.

Despite his angry posture his words remain calm, "Sounding quiet naughty, aren't we?"

"I'm eighteen years old," My voice wavers when Klaus' hands fist, "and I control myself. Not you. You are fucking-"

Klaus seems to explode with my fowl language. He pushes himself out of the chair and it falls behind him while he takes the few steps it takes to reach my chair. Without bothering to pull out my chair, Klaus yanks me from it, and catches me when I stumble. I start to wiggle around in his strong hold on me but I freeze when Klaus' hand slaps my face. He slapped me.

I scream in pain and fall to the ground when Klaus stops supporting me. I cup the hurt skin and rub circles around it.

"Don't you dare talk to me like that again. Or you're going to need those pregnancy pills for more than just your period." Klaus threatens while grabbing my forearm and hoisting me up. My hand is still protectively shielding my cheek. Klaus removes my hand and frowns when tears race down my cheek. "I'm sorry baby, but it was necessary. You needed to learn not to talk back in some way."

Klaus' finger starts to rub my cheek and he pulls me into his taller frame, "Shh.. baby, your alright. I won't lay a finger on you like that again. Unless of course you deserve it." I start crying harder, "Shh, it's alright, just be a good little girl for me from now on. Okay?" Klaus' hand forces me to look at him. "Okay?"

Instead of replying verbally I spit on Klaus. The spit lands just below his right temple and it slowly drips down his face. Before my spit rolls off his chin, Klaus angrily wipes it off his face.

"Oh little girl, when will you learn?"