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For the next two days no one comes in my cell, other than Daniel to give me clothes and food. Every meal I gets bread, butter, and water. My clothes are more like scrubs, and I wasnt given a bra. Daniel also comes in every night to restrain me, considering I would bang on the door all night keeping Rachel up. Now, I just scream until my voice is so tired I cant scream anymore. I scream at Rachel to come in here, to tell me what she knows about Cal, to let me out. I feel like a caged animal, and I briefly wonders if this is how Helena felt her entire life. On the third day of being here, Rachel opens the door to her cell and walks in, its early morning so I'm still tied up, but I quickly start fighting against my restraints when I see Rachel has a big needle. "Relax, it's just a muscle relaxer, it'll make you less likely to fight us." I cringe when she sticks the needle in my arm. I quickly feel my body go slack, everything starting to feel really heavy. "You can come in now." Rachel calls out to someone. She starts undoing the restraints at my feet when himself walks in. "Hello Sarah." Rachel moves to undo my hands. I try to sit up but Rachel puts her hands on my shoulders effectively pinning me down. "Are we ready to move her?" Leekie asks. "Move me where?" I ask as Rachel jerks me up out of my cot. Daniel walks in and grabs my feet, while Rachel supports my top half and they walk me out of Rachels apartment.
We go down a hallway that connects to the DYAD Institute building, when we are there we get on an elevator and go down to the basement. I kick my foot to try and hit Daniel but I am too weak from the meds and I barely get my foot to move an inch. I throw my head back against Rachel in an attempt to get her to drop me, but she just laughs at my feeble attempt. We go through many doors in the sub-levels before we finally stop infront of a door. When they open it there is a hospital bed with restraints built in, and a lot of doctors, including Delphine. Rachel and Daniel lay me on the bed and put my hands and feet into the restraints. "Delphine, what are you doing? Why arent you helping me?" I yell at her. "Are you going to do this to Cosima too?" Delphine stands infront of me and scowls. "Cosima is coopertive, Cosima doesnt get herself into trouble. You do." I growl at her. "Does Cosima know about this?" Delphine sighs. "No, and she wont know. Not for a while at least. Now open your mouth." She holds a cotton swab infront of my face. "Go fuck yourself." I spit out. Before Delphine has time to react Rachels hands are around my throat, forcing me to open my mouth to gasp for air. Delphine quickly reaches in and swabs my cheek before putting the cotton swab in a tube. My chest heaves violently when Rachel lets go of my throat.
"Who's taking the blood?" Delphine asks. Rachel grabs a needle and sits beside me. "I will do it." She wraps the tourniquet around my arms tightly and taps on my arm until a vein pops out. Then she wipes it down with an alcohol wipe before sticking the needle in. She take four vials of blood before she finally pulls the needle out. "Alright. Last thing." Rachel grabs a pair of scissors and cuts a few strands of my hair out. "Are we all done?" Rachel asks bagging the hair. Delphine nods. Alright. They roll my bed out of the room and down a hallway before rolling me into another room. This room is slightly bigger than my other one but it's still really small. "Why are you keeping me here?" I ask Rachel. "We need you for medical testing." Rachel smirks. "Plus we found Cal and Kira." "Dont you fucking touch her!" I scream, violently trying to free myself. Tears prick my eyes as I think of how scared Kiras gonna be. "Kira will be safe here. No medical testing will be done on her. She will be given everything she's ever dreamed of." Rachel tells me coldly. "Please Rachel. Please dont hurt her." I cry. "My baby. She's my little monkey."
"You see, if you are coopertive with us, you will get to have visits. We dont wish to take away her mother." Rachel tells me. "I dont want just visits! I'm her bloody mom! I'm supposed to take care of her!" I scream at her, tears streaming down my face. "Why do you want to now? You never did before! You left her for almost a year, didnt you? What kind of mother is that?" Rachel growls at her. "You were blessed with the ability to have kids and you just threw it away!" I shrink into the hospital bed as Rachel screams what I already know at me. "I'm trying to fix that, but I can't from here." I whisper to her. "You are never going to be able to fix it Sarah." And with that, Rachel walks out of the room.
The next day Rachel walks into my room again. "Kira is in our custody. She is safe. Says she wants to see you soon, but she cant unless you do what we tell you, is that understood?" Her voice is still cold but it's a little less cold than usual. I look down and nod my head. "I understand." My voice breaks as I say it. It's hard for me to give up my control like that. "If I undo the restraints, are you going to stay calm?" Rachel inquires. I nod my head, a few tears making their way down my face. She calmly undoes the restraints and looks back at me. "Let me see her now." I order Rachel. "You havent earned it yet." Rachel says. "It will take a few days for me to trust you." I get on my knees and look at her with pleading eyes. "Is there anything I can do to make it sooner? Please?" I beg her. "No, Sarah."
"This is such shit! She's my daughter! I need to see her." I scream. "I'd suggest you lower your voice and calm down before I make you." Rachel orders. "Or what? Are you going to sedate me? That's my daughter you freakish controling bitch." I barely get the last word out before Rachel has me pinned and my hands back in restraints. "Let me go!" I try to kick my legs but she is sitting on them. "No. I told you I would calm you down." The next thing I know, my pants are around my ankles and two fingers are pushing inside of me. Its only minutes later that I come.
It turns into a thing very quickly. I do something Rachel doesnt like, and she fucks me into submission. It's a pattern, a game that she never fails to win. The sick thing though, is I like it. I like someone taking control from me for once. I like being able to let go of it all and let someone else do the work. I like how Rachel fucks me. I like it so much that I've started pissing her off on purpose.
I needed her now. She was who I realied on. She controlled every part of my life now. She brought me my food, took me for my showers, brought me presents and pictures from Kira. She was my lifeline. And I hated that. I hated that I had to depend on someone so much. I try to still be defiant when I can, but she always shuts me down. Today, though, today I was going to do something big. I was gonna run.
I look at the time and see its almost noon, which means any second Rachel will come with my food. I stand beside the door and wait. It's a few minutes later that I start to hear foot steps. As soon as the door opens I slam into Rachel making her fall backwards. I take off down the hallway, which surprisingly doesnt have guards, but slow down when I see Delphine infront of me. "Shit." I curse. "Grab her!" Rachel yells. I charge toward Delphine and try to slip under her arms but instead she moves so that we crash into eachother. She wraps her arms around my waist and picks me up, carrying me back to my room as I scream at her and kick the air. Delphine shoves me to the ground when we get to my room and walks out. Rachel grabs me by the hair and pulls me to my feet. "Now you wont see Kira tomorrow." Rachel whispers in my ear. "Oh, cut the shite. You were never going to let me see her anyway." I yell at her. I see rage fill her eyes as she pushes me down on the bed.
"Take off your clothes." Rachel orders. "Bite me." I smirk at her. That's when I feel her slap me across the face. "Take. Your. Clothes. Off." She orders through gritted teeth. She punches me this time, and thats when I move into action. I rip my scrub top over my head and pull down my pants, then I freeze. "Underwear too." She orders. I sigh and pull those down my legs too. As soon as they are off, she pushes me on my back and straddles me. She leans down close to my face and rests her hand on my throat. "You know, if you wanted me to fuck you, all you have to do is ask." She punches me again. "You dont have to keep acting out to get attention, Sarah." Another punch. "You're acting like a child." Teeth, thats what I feel next. She starts to bite down the length of my throat. My head spins from the blows it just recieved and I'm ready sure my face is going to be bruised tomorrow. Still though, I manage a moan as Rachel bites my pulse point.
"Just admit it Sarah. That's why you do all this, so I'll take control over you." Rachel growls in my ear. I shake my head at her. "No." She sucks at my pulse point. "I just want out of here." I moan. "If you really did, you wouldnt enjoy this so much. Youre institutionalized, Sarah." Rachel scratches a long finger nail across my nipple. "No. I hate you and I hate it here." I try to convince her. "No. You love not having control. You love being taken care of for once in your life." Rachel starts kissing my chest. "Your whole life, youve had to fight for for yourself. Never once were you given a break. You've never let someone take care of you before." She bites my nipple hard. "Admit it." I feel tears come to my eyes at her words.
She's right. Sure, I had Mrs. S but she kind of left me to my own devices. She would be there if I ever told her that I needed her, but God knows I would never admit defeat. Poor Felix, he never knew what to do, he was always younger and less expierenced. I always went throught the big stuff. Drugs, alcohol, an abusive relationship, teenage pregnancy, and now clone club and DYAD. No one ever knew how to take care of me, so they left me alone. I was left to depend on myself. I only trusted myself.
I remember not telling Mrs. S about being pregnant until she noticed my baby bump and asked about it. I never told anyone about Vic being abusive until I came home with a black eye. I never told anyone about my drug problem until I was going through withdrawls and Mrs. S found me in the bathroom. Secretly, I think I always wanted someone to have some control over my life. I mean, I've never had that and look where it's gotten me. So maybe, being here will be good for me, at least for a little while.
"Admit it, Sarah." Rachel tries to coax the words out of me. She bends down and bites one of my nipples and my hands go to her hair. She grabs them and looks back up at me. "Well?" She tilts her head. I huff at her but feel myself start to break. "Fine. I like you having control, yeah? Is that what you wanted to bloody hear?" I yell at her. She smirks up at me. "See, that wasnt so hard, now was it?" She starts kissing down my stomach, she lands a light kiss on the scabbed over cut she made on me, then continues downwards until she's between my legs. She starts placing sensual kisses on my inner thighs, lightly biting down every now and again. I grab her by her perfect hair and try to push her closer to where I need her to be. She pulls back and smirks. "Tell me, Sarah. Tell me you need me." I huff and squirm around a bit, trying to relieve the pressure, but nothing works. "Just do somethin' already, Rachel!" I yell at her. My body is on fire. I know whats coming, how good its going to feel, but the anticipation is killing me. "Not until you tell me."
"Please Rachel!" I whimper. I dont like the words shes wanting me to say. I've never told anyone that I need them, which is probably why she wants me to do it. She runs her nails up and down my thighs, waiting. "I-" I hesitate. "You what?" She asks me in her cold voice. "I-I need you." I whisper softly. "What was that? I couldnt hear you." I know she could. She just wants to hear me say it again. "I need you, Rachel." I say it louder this time. "I know." She says as she plunges two fingers where I need her. "Fuck." I moan as I grab the sheet beneth me. My back arches as she expertly moves her fingers, curling them upwards on every other thrust. "Rachel!" I gasp as she places her thumb on my clit.
I can feel electricity running through my body. The tension in my stomach rapidly increases with her moves. I am a shaking, writhing mess under her ministrations and when I look at her, I see her pupils dialated and her chest heaving, and thats when I know, that she gets off on it too. "You love this, dont you Rachel?" I manage to get out. Her movements get a little harder as she looks up at me. "We already discussed who needs this, didnt we?" Her voice shows no hint that she's lying, it's her body that does. Her chest heaves just a little more that it was, her eyes widen at the affirmation. "If you didnt love it, you wouldnt do it so much. You love the control, youre a control freak. You need me." I am confident in my words when all of a sudden Rachel pulls out of me and stands up. "I do not need this." Rachel leans down, picks up my clothes, and walks out of the room.
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