AN: Hey everyone. Back with another chapter. Thanks so much to Alma Oakley for the feedback. Just a quick note there's mention of nudity but nothing too graphic.
I was terrified of what was to come. I could tell by the look on Frank's face what he was planning wasn't going to be good, at least for me. "No, Frank. I'm not bathing in front of you again." He sighed in some sort of mock disappointment, as if he was hoping I would refuse. "Oh Daphne darling, why do you always have to be difficult? You remember what happened last time, don't you. How unpleasant it was. I don't think it's wise to refuse, given your current condition. Judging by how your shaking, you clearly have a fever and are already sick enough. It would be a shame for you to make this worse." That last part didn't sound good at all. I knew enough by now about that tone of voice. It sounded like a calm suggestion on the surface with no hint of anger. But I knew better. It was a warning. It was much more unsettling than an open display of rage. I was afraid. I backed away from him. He smirked and stepped closer. "Frank..." I squeaked out fearfully. I stepped back again. "No," I said. Frank suddenly lunged for me, and I managed to jump back just before he could grab me. He was so fast! I never thought he could be that quick. In a mad dash I made it to the door and ran out. "Where do you think you're going?! Get back here!" I didn't listen I kept running.
I ran down the hallway. I had to think fast, I knew Frank wasn't far behind. And to make matters worse I knew he was pissed. I made it to the stairs and managed to dash down two at a time. I made it to the dining room where I saw Riff. He knew I didn't have time to explain. I had just enough time to make it to the kitchen and hide under the sink. Thank God I was small enough to fit and crawl in the door. I sat under the sink and pulled my legs up to my chest and put my arms over them. I heard Frank in the dining room. "Riff Raff! Have you seen Daphne? Poor darling is sick and I need to find her so I can...take care of her." I knew Riff could tell Frank wasn't happy. But he tried to cover for me. "No Master. I haven't seen her. Perhaps she's hiding somewhere upstairs." I could hear Frank chuckle. "Oh, Riffy. You're such a good little servent. I would believe you if I didn't see her dashing down the stairs...I do hate being lied to." It got quiet for a bit. "Master, please. Mercy!" "But I am being merciful, Riffy dear." I heard a thud against a wall. I quieted the whimpers that were scratching at my throat. I heard Frank's heels on the carpet approaching the kitchen. "Where are you, my little dove? You know there's no place you can hide where I can't find you." I heard his heels click on the floor as he walked in. I heard him open a door. It must've been the pantry. He closed it. He was getting closer now. I heard his heels, he was getting closer to where I was and I was filled with dread. The sound of heels stopped for at least a few seconds. Had he decided to look somewhere else? The door was suddenly yanked open. I let out a squeak since I couldn't scream. "There you are, you bad girl." Frank pulled me out from under the sink. I thrashed around in his grip, chirping out squeaks of both fear and anger. I really hated not being able to yell and scream. I didn't last long. I barely had any energy between the fever and all the running around. I was coughing from all the congestion. "Shhhh, relax." I breathed in deep, congested breaths. I could hear how congested my chest was. I was so exhausted I thought I was going to pass out. "Look at you. You're drenched in sweat and your clothes are soaked. Clearly you're too exhausted to bathe yourself. I suppose I'll have to do it." What?! No, that's even worse! I don't want him touching me! I tried to move again, but I just didn't have the energy. I knew this would be an even more humiliating experience than anything I had already been through. I'm sure Frank was enjoying that aspect. I was shaking in his grip. He lifted me off the floor and carried me out of the kitchen.
As we came into the dining room, I saw Riff laying against the wall. Frank must have shoved him hard against it. Riff looked over at me. "I'm so sorry," I mouthed. He knew I didn't mean for him to get hurt. He nodded as he acknowledged my apology. We continued up the stairs. We went down the hallway back to Frank's room. He sat me on the bed. "Now then. I'm going to run the bath wash my makeup off. You will behave stay here and wait until I get back, won't you?" It wasn't a question. I nodded. "Good girl." Frank went into the bathroom. I could use this as another chance to try and escape, but I really didn't want to make it worse than it already is. This was bad enough already. All I could do was sit and wait.
AN: There will be more in this next chapter. I hope you liked this one :)