Part 5. Waste of Breathe
The door made a clicking sound, causing Wynnie to slowly turn, casting a frigid glare his way. He actually had the nerve to lock the door while inside her own room. Just what exactly was he planning to do?
"You know there are cameras here right? Or are you just thinking with what's in between your legs right now, "Uncle"? You can't possibly be so foolish as to presume you could get away with tormenting me...or perhaps worse."
He stepped over to Wynnie slowly, similar to how a predator might stalk its prey before a take down. Minute traces of blood dripped from his hands as he kept them behind his back clasped together, smearing the warm fluid around on his gloves.
"The surveillance cameras seem to be malfunctioning at the moment in only this room. What a coincidence, wouldn't you agree, Princess?"
That last word may as well have been a growl. He backed her up against the wall, right beside her own bed while staring directly into unknowing eyes. She held his gaze, sneering with one of her own.
"Shall we play princess castle, hm, little Wynnie? How about this time, I'll be a transmuting leopard cat that mauls innocent girls who don't realize when to shut their mouths?!"
He placed his hands on her face, smearing the blood all over once clean skin.
"Let's add this warm, sticky fluid for realistic and added effect, shall we? Our play will seem much more lively and vivid that way!"
Much to his astonishment she only stood there refusing to react to his unexpected outburst. That's what he wanted. She wasn't about to please him by acting how he expected.
"Go ahead Albert. Do what you want to me. Demean me as you see fit. Treat me as you would one of your many whores. That's all you see me as anyway, right? That's all any of you men see me as. Impregnate me when I become of age then repeat the process until I can no longer reproduce. What will you do now, Albert?"
She had her eyes closed while he threw his tantrum then opened them as she finished talking, glare seeming to pierce through his very soul; if he still even had one. Acid dripped from every harsh word.
"Will you have a taste of the forbidden fruit before your own "Daddy"?" Like father like son, huh?"
There it was. She did it. He slapped her so hard after that statement it caused her to fall onto her bed then roll off the object and onto the floor clear to the other side of the room. She laid there, sobbing uncontrollably. He removed his gloves, striding around the bed, undressing the rest of his body and even removing his underwear before reaching the curled up figure. He kicked his boots off forcefully, the impact of the items leaving small dents in the baseboards. He grabbed a fistful of hair, dragging her up to the bed, slamming her head down with enough force to nearly break a human neck. She only laid there underneath him, feeling as he moved on top of her, pulling underwear down in a taunting manner.
She grimaced while listening to fabric tearing. That's when she felt bare skin exposed. He tore the back of her dress then grabbed her by the hair again, harshly removing the strapless floral magnolia dress. His other arm wrapped around her waist, supporting her weight as he did this. Even though the man was furious with her, the last thing he wanted was to kill her all because of jealousy. He'd never outright admit it to Wynnie but he did feel more than jealous, as well as heartbroken, by those choice of words.
He leaned into her, rubbing his member against her wet sex while groping a pert breast. Longing moans filled her ear as this happened. All she did was lay face down, refusing to say one word. She also refused to moan...until he started massaging her clitoris. She felt his tongue trail from her lower back all the way to a bloody cheek, licking hungrily, still moaning with fervent lust.
"Come now, don't tell me you're at a loss for words? How completely uncharacteristic of you, whining Wynnie."
She turned her head to the side lips quivering while defending herself.
"Don't call me that, Albert. It's insulting."
"And what you had said to me just then wasn't?"
She gave a look of guilt casting a backward glance.
"I'm sorry...I wasn't thinking straight."
"No, correction. You weren't thinking at all. You don't think before you speak in general. If this becomes habit-forming then rest-assured, "Whiny", you will be disciplined and to the fullest extent; by my hand alone...or any other appendage which I deem necessary for said punishment. Understand that now, slut, above all. As of this moment, I am god to you. Disobey me and your life will be hell."
He aggressively groped her body, rubbing almost too roughly. His teeth bit down with such force it nearly drew blood causing a faint ache in her neck, as if the brute force of getting slammed into the bed wasn't bad enough. She let out a whimper as he cruelly whispered "Is that clear enough for you or should I speak slower?"
She closed watery eyes tightly shut again as he turned her onto her back vigorously, invading her unwilling mouth. His tongue slipped past tight lips but he couldn't get past her clenched jaw. His fingers squeezed her jaw until she relented, mandible now bruised as a result. She let out a pained groan while he helped himself, his tongue eagerly exploring every inch of her inner mouth. He continued giving sultry moans still rubbing her lower extremities with more than a hand. She couldn't take this anymore. She'd had enough of this treatment.
With a sudden burst of energy she bit his lips brutally, instantly drawing blood. This turn of events caught him completely off guard causing pause. She tried pushing him away but to no avail did this work. What came out of her mouth next made his blood boil. It almost costed her her purity as well.
"Why don't you stop already, Albert. You'll never be good enough to have me. This doesn't even feel pleasant. I doubt you've ever even been with another woman before. How pathetic...Weak-willed creature that you are. When Oswell finds out about this, you'll regret ever having touched me in the first place.
You babble on and on about how I have to obey and submit to your will when you can't even make me do so in the first place.Doesn't that make you a hypocrite? You're no better than a lowly traitor. Just think what he'll do when I tell him how you forced me against my will...I hate you so much. I wish you never came to my room on that day and just remained completely selfish and uncaring. I would have been better off without you."
To not only her relief but shock, he did as she asked and for the remainder of the evening at that. He just got up, gathered his clothing, quickly dressed himself then walked away expressionless and without saying another word. She had been right about one thing. He had to forcibly remove himself from the situation before he did something he would have regretted for the rest of his life.
Several hours passed by as she continued to lay on her bed, using the bathroom from time to time then going over to the door and seeing if it had been unlocked. After three hours had passed she began to feel cantankerous, cursing him in whispers.
"Damn you, Albert. I don't even have drinkable water and you just locked me in here. Asshole."
She paced back and forth for a moment until deciding to sit down with a huff on her bed, scowling. She'd already wiped the blood off her face as best she could with his shirt he had left behind not wanting to stain a towel. That had at least helped her to feel somewhat better. She wanted to take a shower but couldn't due to there not being one in the bathroom. The thought occurred to try and get out of the window but he had apparently managed to somehow seal that shut a long time ago. Now all she could do was wait. The door handle turned the moment she sat down. To no surprise, there he stood before her, once again. Emotionless as usual.
"Now then, have you learned your lesson or would you prefer I leave you locked in here for another three hours without any food or drinkable water?"
And how right he was about the tap water taste. It reminded her of pool water. The very thought caused a faint sick feeling to occur.
"I've learned my lesson. No, I don't want you to lock me in here for even longer."
"Call me an offensive term again and I shall. You will apologize this instant."
"Oh, so it's okay for you to call me a slut, bitch or whore and not apologize? Yeah, I don't think so. You need to start first, Mr. Bossy."
She scowled at him from under the covers wishing for him to stop acting this way. She missed the time when things used to be much simpler and the two actually got along. He never acted this way before...Sure he put up an emotionless and robotic front while around her when in public but when they were alone together he seemed almost jovial, cheerful even.
"You are in no position to be giving orders, Miss. Apologize or be left alone to your own devices for the rest of the night."
"All right then. I apologize for you being an arrogant hypocrite who's too selfish to admit when in the wrong and makes himself look like a stupid ass by self contradicting when telling someone else to do something that his overly proud self wouldn't. Now get lost cause I'd rather go hungry and thirsty than apologize to you for something I shouldn't have to while you're acting this way."
He glowered at her for a second then slammed the once open door shut only to remain in the room. He grabbed a chair from up against the wall, sitting down nonchalantly. She scoffed, rolled over then turned out the lights, sighing "Whatever". That night he watched her. As soon as she awoke in the early morning, there would be an uncomfortable revelation to deal with.