She ached.

That was the first thing she noticed. She could barely see anything, but she knew every part of her body was sore.

Her mouth was dry.

She reached up her hand and felt drool running down her chin. She tried to swallow, but couldn't, realizing that her mouth was pried open.

Oh shit...

So those memories of Olaf on top of her, being tied to the ground...those weren't a dream?!

She reached up and felt the gag still tied around her mouth, immediately reaching around and unfastening it.

She sat up, moving away from his chest, and started coughing. Utter dread started to creep up her body. She knew, for the rest of her days, she'd never be allowed to forget this. He'd hold it over her head as long as they knew each other.

She wondered if there was a way she'd be able to sneak out and run home, but as soon as she turned to look at him, she saw those piercing green eyes looking back at her.

She sighed, burrying her face in her hands. She looked up at him with a frown. He was looking between her face and the gag in her hands.

Kit couldn't tell if she was angrier because he was just looking at her with a smirk or because she knew he would start teasing her soon.

A terribly uncomfortable silence fell over the two.

"W-Why do you have that box?" Kit groaned out, her voice sounding dry and horse from her mouth being so dry.

Olaf raised an eyebrow, cocking his head slightly.

"The box under your bed with the...things... in it," she mumbled, explaining to him, even though she knew he'd already understood what she meant.

Olaf chuckled.

"You want me to show you...again?," he asked with a smirk."

"No, I just...ugh!" Kit exclaimed, too frustrated with him and herself to argue with him.

She heard him laugh more. The bastard was enjoying her misery.

"Fuck this," Kit mumbled, throwing the covers to the side, standing up shakily, "I have a map test in World Studies first period and I don't feel like being late."

"It's a little late for that, don't you think?" He snickered.

What?

"What are you talking about?" Kit said, putting her clothes on quickly.

She swung her book bag over her shoulder and stood in front of him impatiently.

"Kitten...it's in the afternoon," Olaf explained, smirking at her.

"Oh my god! What?!" Kit exclaimed in shock, eyes darting over to his clock, "I'm late! And I missed my test! Ugh!"

Kit ran her fingers through her hair, letting out a frustrated grunt.

She looked up at his annoyingly smug face and folded her arms. She rolled her eyes.

"Olaf, give me a ride to school and just don't be a dick about it, okay?" She said pleadingly, not wanting to deal with whatever he would have to say about the night before.

Olaf raised and eyebrow, frowning up at her. He threw the covers off his legs and stood up, getting right in her face. She looked up at him, nervousness rising in her stomach.

"That's no way to talk to someone who owns you," he said darkly, making her shudder.

She was forced to remember what he'd said the night before. All the moaning, the overwhelming feelings of ecstasy, pulling and choking against her bonds, being forced to say what he wanted. She snapped her eyes shut, desperately trying to suppress the memories.

"Please," she mumbled quietly.

"No," he said simply.

"What?! You said to ask nicely and I-"

"Quiet!" He snapped angrily, "besides, it's too late anyway. We've already missed the half-day mark so they've already counted us as absent."

Kit shut her eyes and let out a sigh. How had her life gone so wrong, so fast.

"Come on let's go," he said, grabbing her wrist and pulling her, roughly, out the door,"

"What? Where are we going if we're not going to school?" Kit asked, too many questions flowing through her mind for her to focus.

"I'm hungry. And I don't suppose you cook?" He asked impatiently, clearly annoyed by having to explain this to her.

"No...I don't," Kit sighed.

"Exactly" He mumbled, continuing to drag her down the stairs.

They paused at the bottom on the stairs.

"Shit, I forgot my wallet," Olaf groaned in frustration, "Get my keys for me, Snicket."

Olaf raced upstairs leaving an annoyed Kit at the bottom.

"Where are they, asshole?" Kit retorted.

"Watch your mouth," Olaf threatened, narrowing his eyes darkly, "they're on the kitchen counter."

Kit rolled her eyes and marched to the kitchen. She grabbed them off the counter, getting herself an apple as well, and turned towards the door.

Her eyes widened.

Abigail stood in front of her, chewing on a banana, raising an eyebrow. A smile of amusement plastered on her face as she watched Kit shift around in discomfort.

"Abby...I uh..." Kit said awkwardly, stretching out her words.

Abigail chuckled.

"Did you sleep well?" She asked smirking, taking another bite of her fruit.

"Um...yeah..." Kit said, internally dying, hoping Abigail hadn't heard anything.

Olaf appeared in the doorway, peaking around at his sister and frowning.

"What hell are you doing here?" He asked sighing annoyedly.

Kit took a bite of her apple, hoping it would help her nerves.

"I could ask you the same thing, little bro," Abigail challenged , "you too, Ms. Snicket."

"W-Well I...I fell asleep... doing his homework, and he just put a blanket over me and we...overslept," Kit stuttered out, trying to come up with her like quickly.

"Hmm...Okay," Abigail said with dark smile, "that was some pretty loud homework."

Kit choked on her apple.

"Uh...we..." Kit attempted to make a sentence.

"I heard a lot of "fuck yes" and "more please"," Abigail commented, "you must be improving a lot at your schoolwork, bro."

Kit squeezed her eyes shut, inwardly and outwardly cringing.

"Abigail, please just don't tell-"

"Don't worry, I'm not gonna tell anyone," Abigail reassured with a chuckle, "but I would like to file a noise complaint. My siblings and I had to sleep in the basement to try and preserve our mental virginities."

"You actually still had them?" Kit asked with a slight smile, earning a scowl from Olaf.

"No, not really," Abigail admitted, "but that was...hehe...new for us to hear."

Kit cringed again. She wanted nothing more than to run home and climb under the covers. To hide from the world. The world where she made stupid decisions. The world where she did stupid things with a mentally deranged boy who had some terrifying kinks.

"So, where are you two lovebirds going?" Abigail asked teasingly.

"We're not lovebirds!" Kit yelled immediately.

Olaf let out a loud and taunting laugh.

"I'd rather gouge my own eyes," he said between snickers.

Kit felt her insides sink. That sort of...hurt her feelings. She didn't know why though...he was such an idiot. He was an idiotic asshole. Kit didn't know why it bothered her. It shouldn't have. She didn't even like him...not at all. She hated him...she was sure of it.

"Well excuse me, you seemed to want to "own her" pretty badly," Abigail accused, raising an amused eyebrow.

Olaf scowled at her.

"We're going to get some food," Kit mumbled.

"Awww how cute," Abigail teased, giving her brother a mocking grin.

Olaf put his hand against his chin, stroking it slightly and pretending to ponder something.

"Hmm...I'm trying to remember the last time you brought anybody over," he asked with a smirk, watching Abigail's face twist in to a scowl.

"Fuck you," she snarled.

"It's probably because of that caterpillar she's got crawling across her forehead," Olaf whispered to Kit, although clearly meant to be heard by Abigail.

She put her hand over her unibrow and frowned at her brother.

"Shut up! It runs in the family and you know it! You could grow one any day now!" She snapped in defense.

"Yeah right," Olaf said doubtfully.

He grabbed Kit's arm roughly and pulled her with him to the door.

"Enjoy your date!" Abigail called out to them with a smirk.

He growled and yanked Kit out of the door.

Olaf still looked angry. Kit tensed up as he grabbed her shirt, staring into her eyes darkly.

He attached his lips onto hers harshly. Kit moaned in surprise. He eased his tongue into her mouth, reclaiming it as his own.

As soon as his mouth was there, and before Kit had time to protest, it was gone.

He drug her to the car, making sure she got inside.

The car ride was silent. Kit didn't know where they were going and she didn't ask either. Olaf looked angry the whole way there.

She didnt know why he insisted on going somewhere to eat. He could've just taken her home.

The silence in the car allowed the memories from the night before to creep back to the front of her mind.

He'd been so insistent on her saying she belonged to him.

Why?

They weren't dating and he definitely didn't like her. What he'd said in the kitchen made that clear.

Maybe it's just some weird shit that sadists do. Maybe he just wanted her to be like the girl in the picture she'd seen in the box. Maybe it was part of some sick twisted fantasy that Olaf had. Maybe he just wanted to overpower a Snicket. Maybe because he thought she was weak, and because she happened to also have a vagina, he thought she'd be the easiest target.

Kit let a tear roll down her cheek, quickly wiping it off, knowing he'd say something about it if he saw.

Maybe she was just emotional since she'd lost her virginity, something she swore would only ever belong to one man, her future husband.

Maybe being in a car with a heartless sadistic asshole was starting to get to her.

Kit felt the car cut off, looking up to see they'd pulled up at a diner, called Fresco's.

"Come on," he said, leading her into the place while she sulked behind him.

The owner seemed to recognize Olaf, greeting him with a friendly wave and smile when they'd entered.

Kit wondered how many people he'd fooled into thinking he was a decent human being and not the devil himself.

He flipped through his menu while she looked out the window, frowning.

"Either you get something or I'll pick what you eat," he threatened, making it clear he wasn't in the mood for her bullshit.

"I'm not hungry," she said through gritted teeth, knowing he'd make a comment if she snapped at him.

"Well you should be," he retorted, "you burned a lot of calories last night. Did a lot of screaming."

Kit balled up her fist, wanting so bad to yell at him.

"What can I get for you guys?" The waitress asked, interrupting the storm that was about to ensue among the two, "Can I start you off with some drinks."

"Well I'll have a doctor pepper of course, a man's drink," Olaf began, narrowing his eyes and smirking at the girl across from him, "and uh, for the lady, one LARGE water for help with her dry, dry throat."

Kit scoffed in disbelief.

"Oh no honey, you have problems with your mouth being dry?" The waitress asked in concern, "I do too around this time of year. The weather always messes me up."

"I'm fine," Kit said, giving the woman a fake smile.

"Well my dear, if you uh... have problems with yours I can always help you out with that," Olaf offered sending the woman a fake smile of his own.

"Oh, you can?" The woman asked, smiling at him.

Kit could see her red lipstick flaked all over her teeth.

"Yes my dear, I'm very good at wetting things up," he replied with a smirk, running a finger lightly across the woman's hip.

"Oh," the woman gawked, looking completely captured by Olaf's charm.

"What's your name, darling?" Olaf asked.

"Claire," she responded quickly, "Claire Chase."

"Well Clair Chase, it's nice to make your acquaintance. I hope to do it again some time," he replied smugly.

Claire glanced over at Kit, frowning slightly as she did.

"Oh, how rude of me. I didn't officially introduce my guest," Olaf said looking directly, challengingly in to eyes, "this is my mortal enemy, Katherine Snicket."

"Oh...hey, I guess," the waitress said in a very distasteful tone, as if Kit was a rotting carcass in the street.

Kit tried her hardest not to scowl at the woman.

Claire pulled out a piece of paper, quickly scribbling something on it and handing to Olaf.

"My shift ends at nine," she said with wink as she walked off, "call me."

Olaf gave her another smile, before stuffing the paper, which clearly had the girl's phone number on it, into his pocket.

"Why the long face, darling?" He asked Kit, raising a taunting eyebrow.

Kit wanted to scream, cry, and sleep all at the same time.

"No reason, asshole, everything's just peachy," Kit growled.

"You don't talk that way to your master, Snicket," he said darkly, "we've been over this."

"My master?!" Kit asked in disbelief.

"Yes, your master. You have to do what I say and you belong to me, that means I'm your master," he snarled.

Everything in his eyes worried Kit. The same primal look from the night before.

"You're not my master, you fucking psycho," Kit whispered, looking anywhere but at him.

"Yes. I. Am!" He snapped, anger rising.

"No, you're just a ducking sadist who's obsessed with hurting my family!" She retorted, "and I don't belong to you!"

"That's not what you were saying last night," Olaf replied, a smirk creeping it's way onto his fury filled expression.

"I...you did...I wanted-" Kit stuttered.

"You said it, Snicket. You said a lot of things. You wanted it and you know it," he told her, his words going into her ear and sinking into her soul.

"I...I didn't mean any of it," Kit said softly.

"You meant it more than what you're saying now," he retorted.

Kit opened her mouth, wanting to say something to put him in his place, but she couldn't.

The waitress, a different one this time, brought them their drinks and a complementary order of fries curtesy of Claire.

Kit grabbed a fry, looking down at her lap as she ate it.

She hated him.

"Come on, cheer up sunshine," Olaf chuckled, "life's too beautiful to look at the fucking floor all day."

Kit looked up at him, frowning.

Olaf looked back at her. Kit tensed up at she saw his expression.

"You liked it, you know you did," he said, looking at her...looking into her, "I fucked you and you liked it. You wanted it. You begged for it. Don't fight me, Snicket."

Kit sighed. She nodded ever so slightly.

"That's it," he said, running his finger across her cheek, "that's it, kitten."

Kit cringed slightly. She wasn't enjoying the nickname.

Or she enjoyed it a lot.

She couldn't tell anymore. She couldn't tell anything about herself anymore.

"I know, master."