Note:There's no abuse or sexual situations in this chapter, but there are implications. There isn't anything graphic PG at best. Just giving a heads up. Hope you like it let me know what you think :)
I waited for Frank to show up. My anxiety was kicking in, minutes seemed like hours. I just wanted to get it over with. It was around 7:00 at night. My heart was racing, and Frank showed up. He was holding a plate with food in one hand and a glass of water in the other. The food looked like roasted chicken and mashed potatoes. I usually liked Magenta's cooking, but given that Frank was holding it, I didn't trust it. I glared at him as he came closer. "If looks could kill." He said it as if he was amused. "Hungry?" I shook my head. "I know you've hardly eaten all day." He removed the gag. I moved towards his hand. He grabbed my mouth and held it firmly in his grip. It hurt. "Ah-ah, no biting. Behave." I looked over at my arm to see if he would untie it. Clearly he knew I could feed myself. "Oh no, love. I'm not untying your arm. How will you learn your lesson? Come on, baby. Open up for me." I shook my head and turned my head away from the fork. There was no way in Hell I was going to let him humiliate me like this. "If you don't open your mouth, I'll force feed you." I kept my mouth shut, and Frank was losing patience. He grabbed my mouth with his hand again. I was moving my head away from him as he was trying to pry my mouth open. "Open your mouth. Open..." His grip was hurting so much I couldn't fight him anymore. I opened my mouth. He forcefully shoved the fork in my mouth, and I choked. "Good girl. Now for the rest of it." Being fed the rest of it wasn't so bad since I was cooperating. Frank shoved the glass of water down my throat. He was making me drink it so fast I choked and gasped for air. "See? It's not so bad when you behave. How long has it been since you had a bathroom break?" I didn't answer him. "I imagine it's been awhile, and it's only a matter of time before you have to go again." "There's no way in Hell I'm letting you help me to the bathroom, Frank." "I'm not about to let you urinate all over my sheets. If that happened, I'd have to drag you to the bathroom and bathe you. I know you wouldn't want that. I'm a patient man I'll wait." I intended to make him wait awhile. I managed to hold on for an hour. Not too bad. Maybe I wouldn't have to go for the rest of the night. Unfortunately, three hours went by. I was in agony. My bladder felt like it was going to burst. I was groaning in pain, trying not to yell for Frank to untie me. I couldn't give him the satisfaction. Another half an hour went by. I was pulling on my restraints trying to get through it. Of course Frank noticed. He smirked. "What's the matter, my little dove? Need to go to the bathroom?" I was shaking from urgent need to relive myself. "No! I...I...I GOTTA GO! Let me out! PLEASE!" "All you had to do was ask." Frank untied me, and I rushed to the bathroom. I made it, just barely made it.
When I went back to the bedroom, I noticed the binds, ropes and restraints were gone. "I changed my mind about keeping you tied up all night since you've been so well behaved. Besides having you loose would be more fun." Wait, he wants me loose in the bed with him? Oh no... I started to get upset. Frank grabbed me and laid me on the bed. He laid next to me. "You still smell nice from the bath." He moved on top of me. "Your skin is so soft." I started to panic. Last time, I was drugged. I knew what was happening, but I was also disoriented. This time, I was completely lucid. I was wide awake and I knew I would experience everything that was about to happen. I was terrified. I was so upset it was causing my stomach to churn."Frank, no..." "Shhhh, baby. It's alright." The nausea was getting worse, I felt like I was going to throw up as Frank kissed me. "Frank, stop. I'm about to be sick." "Shhhh, Daphne, relax, love." "But I'm gonna throw up." "Shhhh. You won't." "But..." "Listen to me. You will not be ill. You're fine." Frank got off me and moved to his side of the bed. He pulled me closer to him. "There. Is that nice? *kiss* hmmm?" "Yes..." I said as I was shaking. It was nice. For once Frank wasn't being an asshole. Maybe Magenta was right. Maybe he can be nice. He seemed to actually care about my well-being which was odd. It made me feel a bit more at ease, but I was still scared of what he might do. Once I calmed down, the nausea went away, but I was awake the rest of the night. Frank fell asleep. I still didn't like being so close to him. When I tried to pull away, he held me tighter in his sleep. "Mine," he said. Morning couldn't come fast enough. I wanted to be back safe with the girls.