He entered the basement, causing Amanda to whimper. She was in pain for a beating she received earlier that day. She pulled at the chains even though she knew it was hopeless.
"Time for a shower, Mandy," he smirked. Amanda let out another a whimper and scooted further in the corner. He unchained her and dragged her to the basement bathroom.
"P-please, n-no. N-no sh-shower, p-please," Amanda begged. She always gets hurt in the shower.
"Shut up," he spat, slapping her across the face. Amanda yelped in pain.
He turned the shower onto the hottest setting. The man licked his lips, scanning Amanda's body. He took off her bra and underwear before throwing her into the shower. She hit the shower floor with a thud, and the water burned her skin, causing her to yelp again.
"Get up!" He boomed, causing Amanda to let out a cry. She shakily stood up.
Amanda backed into the corner of the shower, trying to avoid the boiling water. The man gripped her hair and forced her to stand directly under the shower. Amanda was crying and trying to resist the urge to move away from the water, knowing that moving would anger him.
The water turned her skin red. Even though she was usually forced to take hot showers, she never got used to the burning pain. He dumped shampoo into her hair, and when Amanda finally jumped away from the water, he punched her stomach. He poured some shampoo into her eyes, causing her to scream out.
"Please, it hurts!" Amanda yelped.
"It supposed to. Be a good girl, and you won't get shampoo in your eyes," He told her.
"I'm sorry. I'll be good," Amanda whimpered, still trying to get the soap out of her eyes.
Once the shampoo was rinsed out, the man grabbed a bar of soap. He painfully scrubbed the small woman's body, causing her to cry harder. She flinched away from the soap, earning her another few slaps and punches.
"Don't move!" He growled. Amanda let out a sob.
After her shower was finally over, he dried her hair and body. Then, he lead her back to the main room of the basement, where she was kept chained. However, she wasn't lead to the chains. She was lead to the middle of the room.
"P-please, n-no c-customers. P-please," Amanda pleaded through tears.
"Lay down," he ordered. She didn't.
"Lay down!" He screamed.
Amanda was frozen. She was so afraid. She didn't want sex. She didn't want to lay down. His eyes filled with even more anger as he shoved her down on her back. He climbed on top of her, and her instincts kicked in. She hit him in the face, not considering the harsh consequences there would be.
His face turned red with fury. Amanda immediately began crying harder and apologizing. She laid flat on her back to give him what he wanted, hoping to avoid punishment. He didn't say a word. He simply went to the closet and grabbed a lighter, some cigarettes, and a knife. Amanda scooted against the wall.
"I'm sorry," Amanda sobbed. He walked over to her and lit a cigarette.
"P-p-please, d-d-don't. Please, d-don't. I-I'm s-sorry. I-I'm s-sorry," Amanda apologized, crying very hard.
He held the cigarette against Amanda's stomach. She screamed and tried to move, but he held her firmly in place by her neck. He continued to light cigarettes and hold them all over her body. All her screaming and crying wasn't enough to make him stop harming her.
She wasn't sure how long it went on for. When he finally stopped burning her skin, he picked up the knife. Amanda screamed and tried to scoot against the wall even further.
"Please, don't! Please! I'll be a g-good girl! I pr-promise!" Amanda shrieked. The terror in her eyes amused him. He held her down.
"You need to learn to behave. I'm sick of you being so disobedient. Bad girls get punished. You deserve this," he growled.
He pierced the knife into her skin. Amanda let out a loud cry of pain. She continued to apologize, promise to be good, and beg him to stop. He continued slicing into her skin until the word "disobedient" was carved just above her hip.
After he carved into her skin, he kicked her until she was back by her chains. He chained her wrists and ankles. She was crying hysterically, and he kept laughing and telling her she deserved it.
"The next time I see you, you better have learned to be a good girl," he spat. He exited the basement, turning the lights off.
He didn't return to the basement for two days, but over the course of those two days, she had numerous customers. She was left in her chains, making it difficult to struggle or fight back. The customers had permission to do anything they wanted to her as long as they didn't kill her. For two days, she had no food or water.
"Are you going to be a good girl now, Mandy?" He asked two days later.
Amanda woke up sobbing. The lights being on helped Amanda figure out that she wasn't in the basement, but that didn't calm her crying. Her body was trembling, and her hand was covering the word that had been carved into her skin.
She looked down and found a wet spot on the sheets. She was confused for a moment before realizing that she'd had an accident. That sent her into a panic.
Olivia's going to kill me. Amanda thought to herself. The thought of what Olivia would do to her for wetting the bed frightened her so much.
Olivia woke up to Amanda's wails. She quickly jumped up from the couch and ran to the bedroom. She found Amanda rocking herself on the bed. She was crying so hard, and Olivia's heart shattered for the young blonde.
"Hey, Amanda," Olivia said, gaining Amanda's attention. Amanda's head shot up. She whimpered and scooted against the headboard.
"Did you have a nightmare?" Olivia asked. Amanda nodded her head.
"Okay. It's okay. You're safe," Olivia told her. She approached the younger woman, causing her to freak out even more.
"P-please, st-stay away. Please. I-I'm s-sorry, O-Olivia," Amanda cried, terrified of what would happen when Olivia discovered that she had an accident.
"Honey, what's the matter? I'm not going to hurt you. What's wrong?" Olivia asked confused. She held her hands up to indicate she meant no harm. She slowly sat on the bed, causing Amanda to try to scoot even further back.
"Amanda, can you look at me?" Olivia wondered. Amanda hesitantly looked at the older woman.
Olivia set her hand down and felt something wet. She removed her hand and looked at the spot in confusion. She assumed Amanda may have spilled some water, but she quickly realized Amanda didn't have any water with her.
"Amanda, what happened?" Olivia asked.
"I-I'm s-sorry, O-Olivia. I'm sorry. I-I d-didn't m-mean t-to. P-please, I-I'm so sorry. P-please, d-don't b-be m-mad," Amanda sobbed.
"Amanda, honey, it's all right. It was just an accident. I know you didn't mean to. I'm not mad at you. You didn't do anything wrong," Olivia tried to soothe her.
"I'm such a bad girl. I'm so sorry," Amanda whispered through tears.
"Amanda, stop that. You're not a bad girl. You didn't do anything wrong. You're a good girl. I'm not angry. Don't apologize," Olivia told her.
Amanda continued to cry. Anytime Olivia tried to touch the young blonde, she flinched away. She was convinced she was going to be punished. Olivia was probably furious at Amanda for having an accident.
"Amanda, please, sweetheart. I'm not mad at you. Please, don't cry. It's okay. I would never hurt you," Olivia promised. Amanda finally started to calm down a bit, realizing Olivia hadn't raised a hand against her.
"Amanda, could you please follow me to the bathroom?" Olivia requested.
Even though she was scared, Amanda followed the older woman to the bathroom, not wanting to disobey any of Olivia's orders. Olivia turned the shower on, causing Amanda to flinch.
"N-no, p-please, O-Olivia! Please, d-don't make me sh-shower! Please! I'm sorry for being b-bad! I'll be g-good! Please!" Amanda begged. Her body was trembling as she backed into a corner. Her bottom lip quivered.
"Please, Olivia. Please, it hurts so much. Please, don't make me. I'll be good. I'll do whatever you say," Amanda sobbed.
"Amanda, honey, it's okay. Nothing bad will happen to you in the shower, I promise you. You just need to shower to get cleaned up. You aren't getting punished," Olivia tried to soothe her.
"B-but... but aren't you mad at me?" Amanda asked, not fully trusting Olivia's words.
"No, sweetheart, I'm not mad. Even if I was mad, I would never scream at you or be violent towards you. You're safe with me," Olivia told her.
"Wh-when he w-was m-mad, h-he," Amanda was cut off by her own cries.
"Oh, sweetheart, I know. I know he was a bad man. He can't hurt you anymore," Olivia promised.
"He wasn't bad. I was," Amanda whimpered.
"No, Amanda. Don't you ever say that. He is the bad one, not you. You didn't do anything wrong," Olivia corrected her.
"So n-no belts or l-lighters or kn-knives o-or c-c-customers?" Amanda asked.
"I promise. No belts. No lighters. No knives. No customers. Never again," Olivia confirmed.
"Even though I was bad?" Amanda questioned.
"Sweetheart, you weren't bad. How many times do I have to tell you that before you believe me? You are a good girl. You haven't done anything wrong. You aren't going to be punished, okay?" Olivia tried to convince the young blonde.
"Does that mean I'm still allowed to eat and wear clothes a-and I don't have to b-be ch-chained down?" Amanda asked. Olivia's heart sank.
"Amanda, no matter what, I would never, ever deprive you of food or take away your clothes or chain you down. You're safe here. You don't have to be afraid of me. You don't have to live in fear. You're safe with me," Olivia promised.
It broke Olivia's heart to know that Amanda was controlled for so long. She hated that Amanda has lived in fear. The bruises, burns, cuts, gashes, and scars on the young blonde were so hard to look at. It disgusted her to know that someone tortured the younger woman.
"Thank you, Olivia. Thank you for being nice," Amanda whispered.
She was so grateful that Olivia had shown her kindness. She was grateful that Olivia had yet to raise a hand against her. She hadn't so much as raised her voice at Amanda. Olivia was nice.
Instead of daily beatings, Amanda was getting daily meals. Instead of being screamed at, Amanda was spoken to in a soft, soothing voice. Instead of being chained up, Amanda was allowed to sleep in a nice, comfortable bed. Amanda had no idea why, but Olivia was kind to her.
"You don't have to thank me for treating you like a human instead of a slave," Olivia said softly. They were quiet for a few moments before Amanda spoke up.
"Are-are you sure th-the shower is s-safe?" Amanda asked quietly.
"Yes, sweetheart. I promise the shower is safe," Olivia confirmed. Amanda nodded.
"Do you need help getting undressed?" Olivia questioned. Amanda was still sore and in pain, and she was exhausted from her nightmare and panic attack. Getting undressed wouldn't be simple. Amanda's face flashed with fear at the thought of Olivia taking her clothes off, and Olivia noticed the young blonde's fear.
"I'm not gonna hurt you," Olivia reminded her. Amanda nodded and allowed Olivia to help her get undressed.
Amanda flinched whenever Olivia touched her, but at least she was compliant. When Amanda was undressed, she used her arms to cover her body, not wanting Olivia to see her private parts. Olivia felt the water to make sure it was warm enough for Amanda. Amanda looked at the shower fearfully.
"Is it gonna burn me?" Amanda whispered.
"No, sweetheart. It's warm. If you don't like the temperature, you can change it," Olivia told her. Amanda's eyes widened, and she shook her head.
"He got mad when I changed the temperature," Amanda mumbled.
"I won't get mad. You're allowed to change the water setting. No one is gonna hurt you," Olivia said seriously, hoping Amanda would believe that she was safe here. They were both quiet for a few moments before Amanda spoke up.
"H-he was s-so m-mad. He c-carved i-into me for being b-bad," Amanda whispered, the nightmare still fresh in her mind.
"He carved into you?" Olivia asked, not really understanding.
Amanda turned slightly to show the word that was right above her hip. Olivia gasped quietly. Her heart sank at the sight. "Disobedient" had been carved into Amanda's skin with a knife. No wonder the poor thing was so terrified of being bad. She was violently punished if her captor considered her to be bad, which seemed to be often. Not thinking it through, Olivia reached out to touch the terrible carving. When her fingers came in contact with the word, Amanda flinched away.
"Don't. Please. Please," Amanda begged. It was as though she feared Olivia might carve into her like he did.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I won't touch it. It's okay. No one will carve into you ever again. No one is going to hurt you," Olivia soothed her. Amanda nodded.
"Okay, I'm gonna give you some privacy now," Olivia told her. Amanda nodded again, and the older woman exited the bathroom.
While Amanda showered, Olivia changed the sheets and grabbed a set of clothes for Amanda. Amanda took a quick shower. She hated showers. When she got out, she quickly dried off before realizing she had no clothes to change into. Amanda exited the bathroom with the towel wrapped tightly around her body.
"Olivia? I don't have clothes," Amanda whispered, hoping Olivia would keep her word about not taking away her clothes. Olivia saw the fear on Amanda's face and felt terrible for not remembering to give her clothes before her shower.
"I'm so sorry, Amanda. Here you go," Olivia apologized, handing Amanda a set of clothes. She could see the relief appear on Amanda's face, which made her heart sink.
"Thank you, Olivia," Amanda breathed, grateful that she was allowed to have clothes.
"Do you need help getting dressed?" Olivia asked. Amanda didn't want to answer. She didn't want Olivia to see her, but she knew she needed help getting dressed.
"It's okay, Amanda. I'm not gonna hurt you," Olivia assured her. Amanda nodded hesitantly, and Olivia lead her into the bathroom.
"How about you get your undergarments on, and I'll help with the rest? That way, I won't see anything," Olivia suggested, knowing Amanda was uncomfortable with anyone seeing her without clothes. Amanda nodded.
After Amanda's undergarments were on, Olivia helped her put on the pajama bottoms. Then, she helped put on the shirt. Amanda flinched when Olivia touched her, but she didn't back away.
When Amanda's clothes were on, the two exited the bedroom. Olivia helped Amanda get back into bed. Olivia pulled the covers over Amanda.
"Good night, Amanda. Try to get some more sleep," Olivia smiled sadly.
"I don't want to sleep. I don't want more nightmares," Amanda whispered.
"I'm so sorry, Amanda. I know this is hard, but you need to try to sleep. It'll be okay," Olivia tried to assure her.
Olivia was stroking Amanda's hair, hoping it would help her relax so she could fall asleep. Amanda flinched at first, but she soon relaxed at the contact. Olivia's touch was gentle, not violent. After a few moments, Amanda hesitantly sat up and crawled into Olivia's lap like a young child. Olivia rubbed circles into Amanda's back, and eventually, they both fell asleep.