6. Ava

6

AVA

I know I slept for at least a short time because I dreamt of Eliott. For better or worse, I couldn't spend long reliving that awful night in the frat house because my bladder forced me awake. No matter how much I try to shift my weight, I can't escape the cramping in my abdomen. I try to focus on the sounds in the room again, but the drip in the sink only reminds me of how much I need to relieve myself.

I've nearly resigned myself to wetting the bed when the door opens. Kiel walks in, and I nearly spit on his feet as he passes me.

"Waiting for me to piss the bed?" I hiss. He laughs, the sound vibrant and filling the small space. A man walks in behind him, momentarily stunning me. He's tall and wearing light blue scrubs. Kiel leans against the sink counter, just watching me as the new person rummages through the cabinets in the room. The man approaches me with a bedpan, making me balk.

"Wait, I can't use that," I interject. The man pauses and looks at Kiel, who shrugs.

"You can either use it and accept the assistance of my friend here, or you can, as you put it, ‘piss the bed.' Your choice." He smirks as if that's a choice at all. I consider wetting the bed in hopes that they might release me to clean the sheets, but they'd be more likely to make me sit in the mess.

"Fine," I mutter. The man approaches. When he lifts me up, I realize how much I've been sweating. The room is freezing, but my lower back is damp. He slides the bedpan underneath me and waits expectantly. I glance over at Kiel to see that he's moved closer.

"Freak," I say as he watches me carefully. He smiles but doesn't respond.

"Do you have to go or not?" The man says and begins reaching for the bedpan.

"Yes, hold on," I say quickly. The relief is instant, but my cheeks feel red as Kiel watches the urine trickle into the bedpan below me. My humiliation only grows at how long it takes to empty my bladder. Kiel doesn't look away from my core the entire time, gripping the front of his jeans. When I'm finally done, the man in scrubs lifts me up to remove the collection.

"Planning to drink that?" I ask Kiel and he laughs again.

"I'd put anything from your body in my mouth, pretty girl." I press my lips together, my comment having the opposite of my intended effect. The man in scrubs returns to my bed and moves suddenly toward my core. I flinch as he wipes me with a cold cloth.

I was clean after a few wipes, but he lingers, the pressure hovering then circling around my clit. I watch him in horror as he looks over his shoulder to see Kiel facing away from us, disposing of my waste. The man slips a bare finger between my slit and fingers my opening. His eyes are locked on mine. I have never seen eyes so cold in my life. I debate calling for Kiel, but don't imagine I'd get much help from him. He curls his fingers into me, but quickly withdraws as Kiel turns around. The man tosses the wipe before leaving us in the room.

"Feel better?" Kiel asks, as if I hadn't been moments away from soiling the mattress. I don't respond, which makes him frown. "It has become apparent that you are incredibly strong willed. In some ways, I enjoy that. In others, it is simply unacceptable. For instance, you should always know who you belong to. As much as I enjoyed my time with you during our last session, your disobedience will not be tolerated. This is a lesson that needs to be cemented and you will learn it now or face the consequences."

Dread coils in my belly again as he turns away from me, studying the instrument cart. Kiel selects a wicked blade and approaches my bed. He uses the other hand to unbutton his pants. A moment later, he pulls his cock free to stroke himself a few times. He's massive and I know he'll hurt me.

"This is for your own good," he claims, dragging the blade through an unmarred patch of skin. I can't help it; I cry out. "I love it when you make that sound," he groans as he grabs himself. Hot blood erupts from the wound on my belly and trickles down my side. He finds a place on my thigh where he creates a laceration there as well. He pumps into his hand as I sob.

"Remind me, Ava. Who do you belong to?" Kiel cuts below my navel.

"You!" I shriek, my voice breaking on the word.

"That's right," he says, and cuts right next to my nipple. I gasp, suddenly terrified he might remove a part of my body. He seems to sense my fear because he grabs hold of my breast and massages it. The pressure opens the wound further; the contact against his skin burns red hot.

"You're mine," he continues, "which means every part of you and your body belongs to me. Your skin, your blood, your breasts, your pussy, your anus, and your mouth. It's all mine."

My entire body is shaking from duress and the obvious threat. He cuts in line with Cal's old mark, right between my breasts. Kiel might be trying to get into my head, but he's right about one thing. Cal can't possibly want me after this, if he's even still alive. A horrible, hopeless part of me wonders if Cal is dead, because I can't fathom any other reason why he hasn't rescued me yet.

My eyes are shut tight as blood pours over my belly, but they fly open when I hear Kiel groan. He's clutching his cock as he ejaculates over my abdomen. Ropes of semen mix with my blood. He studies it for a moment as he catches his breath.

"You will be obedient." It's not a question, but I nod anyway. Wordlessly, he tucks himself into his pants and leaves the room as I lay covered in my own blood and this awful stranger's cum.