I groggily woke up and, from a little light emanating from a night-light, noticed I was back in the cage. Jake and Shay were no longer in the room. I had no idea how long I had been out or what time it was, though I suspected it was the middle of the night given the silence in the house and the darkness coming through the blinds. Aside from observing my surroundings, all I could focus on was my intense headache and the throbbing, burning sensation that radiated across my flesh. I attempted to move, trying to take some pressure off the welts and bruises on my thighs, butt and back, but the slightest tension of my muscles caused such pain I couldn't stop a squeal from escaping my lips. I gave up and lay still, tears stinging my eyes as I tried to settle back into the position in which I had been laid. My body froze instantly as I heard a toilet flush in a distant part of the upstairs, a sign I had woken someone up when I squealed. I prayed I would be left alone, at least until morning.
I woke up again several hours later to the sound of the bedroom door opening. Jake and Shay walked in and, momentarily forgetting the intense pain, I immediately tried to scramble to the back of the cage to crouch in a fetal position, afraid of what they would do to me next. However, as soon as I started moving I shrieked again as the sensations flooded my body. I fell to my side and grabbed onto the bars to keep myself from landing on the wounds. Facing away from them, I lay on my right hip, holding onto the bars for dear life and squeezing my eyes shut as the pain slowly subsided.
"So, are you ready to submit to me now?" I heard Jake ask.
Without turning my head, I shakily nodded and managed to meekly respond, "Yes, Sir."
"Good girl." He walked over to the cage, unlocked the door and opened it. "Come on out. It's ok, I'm not going to hurt you." For the first time since the night they kidnapped me, there was a genuine calmness to his voice. I didn't know what to make of it, but I didn't want it to go away.
I slowly tried to make my way out of the cage, moving as tenderly as I could. I still whimpered and winced as the muscles tightened and relaxed around my bruises and welts, but I tried not to scream again. I clenched my teeth together and made it the rest of the way out onto the carpet on my hands and knees. When I was fully out of the cage, Jake removed my collar and cuffs, then he and Shay carefully picked me up so I was lying stomach-side-down in their arms and they carried me into the bathroom. I was put down in the tub, again on my hands and knees. There was no water in it yet, so I was confused as to what they were doing.
"You can pee now before we give you a bath." With that, they stood up and waited. Now, not only was I burning with pain, my cheeks turned red with humiliation as I was forced to pee onto the floor of the tub. I knew it would be terribly painful to sit on a toilet for several days, so this was the only way. I had just hoped they would at least give me some privacy. However, it was not to be. I was their slave now, for as long as they chose to keep me, until I was found or until I could escape. I began to give into that fact and decided I would do everything I could to please them, as long as they did not try to rape me.
I began to relax my muscles and let the pee run down my legs onto the floor of the tub. It was so humiliating, yet I felt such relief! After I was finished, Shay turned on the faucet to a soothing lukewarm temperature. He splashed some water on the tub floor to rinse it before filling the tub for my bath. I remained frozen in position until the water arose high enough to reach the metal circle on the side of the tub. My forearms and half my legs were submerged, but the rest of my body was still outside the water. I was afraid of the pain I would feel if the water touched my wounded skin, but I knew they planned to wash all of me. I simply stayed in position as long as I could, but eventually Jake told me to lie down in the water. My pulse increased as I took a deep breath, clenched my teeth together and closed my eyes. Slowly, I lowered my body down. My skin seared as soon as the first patches of battered skin touched the water. I whimpered through my teeth and breathed a little harder.
"Come on, you can do it. Take the pain like a good little slave," Jake encouraged. The pain was so intense. I had never felt anything like it before. Every nerve was on fire, causing my entire body to throb. After a minute or so my body was fully submerged in the water while my feet and head stuck out. They each took a washcloth and gently cleaned around the wounds and the rest of my body. I screamed out in pain every time they got close to a wound and nearly blacked out again from the intensity. I noticed the water begin to take on a slightly reddish tinge, and I realized Shay had actually inflicted gashes along my back, butt and thighs. They paid no attention and continued to gently wash me until my body was clean. They did not wash my hair this time. They simply told me I could kneel back up on my hands and knees while they drained the tub. I kneeled as still as possible while the reddish water washed away down the drain.
The cool air on my moist skin felt good and brought a little relief to the wounds. Jake brought over a clean towel and began blotting my skin dry, avoiding the open wounds that started slightly bleeding again from being washed. When I was mostly dry, Shay came back into the bathroom carrying my collar, cuffs and the ball gag. I didn't want to have to wear the gag again, but I knew better than to argue. I let them attach my collar and cuffs easily, then obeyed their command to open my mouth. Jake slipped the gag between my lips and locked it shut behind my head.
"This, little one, is to muffle your screams when we clean your wounds." Seeing the fear in my eyes, he continued, "It has to be done. Like we said yesterday, we can't let you get infected, now can we?" There was such an unusual tenderness in his voice all of a sudden.
I was very confused and scared at this point, but I continued to kneel as still as possible until they decided to move me. Shay gathered the rubbing alcohol and clean gauze pads while Jake carried me back into the bedroom and laid me face-down on the table. Memories of the night before flashed through my mind and my heart raced in panic. One by one, they attached my limbs to the eyelets. I was panting and whimpering, trying to look behind me to see what they were going to do.
"Shh, little one. We're going to clean these gashes now." Jake stroked my hair and looked down at me as he spoke. I heard the bottle swish and a moment later felt even stronger pain against my wounds than the bath water ever felt! I screamed through the gag and tensed my muscles as the wet gauze was dabbed against my broken skin. I panted and dropped my head to the table while the pain slowly subsided, only to scream out and tense again as another gauze pad was applied. My face was hot and wet from the tears of pain rushing down my cheeks. I continued to scream throughout their treatment, Jake's hand occasionally brushing through my hair to calm me. When they were finished I crumpled on the table, sore and spent. My breath slowly calmed to a normal level and Jake unlocked the gag and took it from between my lips.
"You were a good girl. I know that hurt, but we had to do it. I hope you'll obey us from now on so we don't have to hurt you that much, but we will if we have to. Understand?"
"Yes, Sir," I replied softly, my voice cracking from screaming so hard.
"Rest now. We'll come back in a little while to see how you're doing." They turned and left to go downstairs while I lay there, bound and throbbing.
A while later, perhaps several minutes or even hours, I heard footsteps coming up the stairs again. When the door opened, Jake came in and walked over to the table. I immediately tensed.
"Relax. I'm going to take you downstairs now and give you something to eat. You haven't eaten for a couple days. I'm sure you're hungry."
I hadn't even thought of it during all the pain I'd been in, but now that he mentioned food my stomach started growling furiously. Jake unlocked my cuffs from the table's eyelets and gathered me in his arms. Though they had given me some time to recuperate, I was still in pain. He carried me downstairs and into the kitchen where he set me down on the floor. I kneeled there on all fours and looked around. I didn't see Shay anywhere, but my curiousness as to his whereabouts vanished the second Jake put my food down on the floor. In a dog dish, he had put a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and a peeled banana. Next to that, he set down a large cup of orange juice. Beginning to learn their rules, I didn't go after it right away, even though my stomach was killing me. I looked at the food and asked, without lifting my eyes, "May I please eat, Sir?"
"Go ahead, my pet." Jake ruffled my hair and I dove in. Food had never tasted so good! I think it was all gone in under two minutes flat. "Well, well. I see someone was hungry!"
