The next two days passed by fairly uneventful.
Thank God.
Thanks to Pvt. Winters's speakers, I was able to pass the time listening to music, books, and podcasts.
Mia and Dahlia left me alone, for the most part. The exception being Dahlia, who struck up a conversation from time to time regarding whatever I was listening to. Both would usually leave me to myself and would go out of the room. I am sure they would stay nearby or at least someone would stand guard outside because I could hear beeping noises from what I am guessing was a game, or muffled chatter.
Pvt. Winters would come in to give me my daily bath, and she would stay awhile talking about her day. She kept her promise and would also come in after her training to keep me company whenever I was not sleeping.
Since there was absolutely nothing to do except listen to whatever, Pvt. Winters had loaded on the iPod, I would drift in and out of consciousness for varying periods of time. I was able to keep track of roughly how much time had passed based on the meals I was given.
For breakfast, I would always get something with eggs in it, for lunch and dinner, I would be able to differentiate between them because dinner was a larger meal and would always have some sort of dessert.
Because I was still tied down to the bed, whoever's shift it was would have to feed me. It never stopped being an awkward moment.
Dahlia was always nice about it and would crack a joke occasionally, even though I would shoot her a death glare. We would end up laughing about it afterwards.
Mia, on the other hand, wasn't as nice with me. She would roughly shove a ridiculous amount of food in my mouth and would tell me to hurry up eating.
I choked a few times trying to down the meal as quickly as possible, so she would hit my back with an open palm to dislodge the trapped food. Of course, I would complain and hiss at the unnecessary pain she was inflicting, but according to her, I could not die on her watch from something as stupid as choking on my food.
When I confronted her about Mistress's supposed order to not hurt me, she said that only applied to making new wounds, not hurting old ones. How did any of her actions make sense was beyond me. I don't know what bug crawled up her ass.
As for my burns, Bitch Cleary was the one who would come in to debride me. She would tell me that Mistress did not want to see me for these two days until I was ready to be let out of my straps. I was not going to argue with that either, it's not like I wanted to see her, but between Cleary and Mistress, I must admit that I prefer Mistress.
As long as I do not talk back to Mistress, she is gentler debriding me. Mistress's attitude is pretty easy to discern, so I can avoid any harsh treatment if I just do what she wants. It is not always easy for me, but being strapped down, it's not like I have much of a choice in what I do, only in what I say.
Cleary said that, to her chagrin, Mistress did order for the pain medication to be given to me for as long as I was in that room recovering from the burns. I would like to think that Mistress felt at least a fraction of remorse for what she did to me, or maybe she did not want to lose her precious little toy so early on. I will stick with my former opinion because I would like to think that there is some good in everybody, even if they do not see it themselves.
I am really trying to make the best of my current situation, so I am trying hard to think positive thoughts and how I can spin this situation to my advantage.
I have not fully given up on trying to escape, either. That plan is on the back burner, I am just going to focus more on trying to survive and gathering information about this compound.
If I have to play the role of the submissive slave, I will do it, but I cannot guarantee that I will not lash out at them every once in a while. Again, it is just some things that they say or do that trigger my rage, but I must learn how to control that. I will have to take a few punches, literally and physically, for the team.
My team of one.
God, that sounds so sad.
I do not care, I am a fighter, I cannot give up on myself.
These two days strapped to the bed have given me a lot of time to think. I was in a very dark place a couple of days ago, I would have rather died than keep going in this place. That thought is not too far away from my reach, but I am trying to bury it deep. I would want to use it only as an extreme last resort. I figured I could still find a means of escape first before having to think to end my life so soon. I would not want to do it myself, I would rather somebody else does it for me, but if it comes down to it, I guess I would not have much of a choice. I will have to be really desperate for that, so I am really going to try and follow some rules to keep myself out of trouble.
I am just dreading the time when Mistress decides to rape me again. Will I have the strength to endure her punishments? Why is she even like this? I just cannot ever see myself give my body willingly to her, the monster that put me here and destroyed my life.
I mean, it was not the best life, but at least it was decent. I was doing well in college, not the best, but I cannot complain. I had a 3.65 GPA so far. When I say it is not the best, it is not the best for me because I was always a straight A student, but college proved to be a different beast, so I had high standards for myself. Had. I have accepted my grades and have moved forward. The grades were just a feather in my cap for applying to medical school anyway.
Nothing more happened during those two days. Just me, my thoughts, meals, bath, debriding, then repeat the cycle all over again.
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Today is the day that I will finally be free from the leather straps. I do not know exactly when someone is coming to untie me. All I know is that I want out!
I did my best to hold off for these past two days and not have a bowel movement, but it was time to go! When I am untied, I will RUN to the bathroom and stay there for a while because I also want to have a nice long shower, wash my hair, and brush my teeth like twenty times.
Pvt Winters tried brushing my teeth, but it is not the same, she cannot feel my teeth to know what needs to be brushed better. I thank her for the effort, but I am more than ready to finally do it myself.
I know it is morning because Mia already fed me breakfast. In typical Mia fashion, she made sure to shove in a ridiculous amount of food each time. I had become adept at her portions, so today I did not choke on the food, therefore, she did not have the satisfaction of clearing my passageway. That is one win for me so far.
About thirty minutes had passed after breakfast because I had finished listening to a 25-minute podcast and two songs when Nurse Cleary entered the room. She came in with her usual bitch attitude.
I know Cleary had told me back when we first met that she did not want me to speak unless spoken to and to not make her work any harder than what it already was, but still, I am trying to be nice to her and get her to talk. Maybe if I do that, I will get to know why she is always walking around with a pissed-off attitude.
I am trying to give her the benefit of the doubt, but she is not an easy person to get along with. If I ask her something, she will either ignore me or answer in monosyllables. She will only form longer sentences whenever she is saying something about my burns, something along the lines of 'My, how pretty will those scars turn out.' I have mentally rolled my eyes so much that they have spun out of their sockets.
It has been extremely hard to look past her attitude.
As I said before, I want to look at the positive side here, and spin things in my favor, but lord knows this woman is testing my resolve.
After Nurse Cleary entered, I gave her a cheery 'Good morning,' in a very upbeat tone that even surprised me. She did not even bat an eye my way. Rude. Instead, she scoffed and wheeled in the debriding tray next to the bed.
Even though being debrided has not gotten any easier, I have gotten better at enduring the pain. Admittedly, the pain medication does most of the work, and I am infinitely thankful to still be getting it, but the residual pain that comes along with the action of the gauze scraping away at the skin never goes away.
Nurse Cleary ordered me to sit up, and she pushed open the gown. That is one thing I prefer her to do than Mistress, start with the biggest burn, that way the pain lessens as time goes by. I do not know if Cleary starts at my back because it is easier or whatever her reasons may be, it still is better for me, but I will not tell her that.
As always, Cleary is not gentle, debriding me. I never fail to clench my jaw tightly, ball my hands into fists, and tense every muscle in my body so that I may withstand the pain she loves to needlessly inflict on me.
I did ask her one time if she could go slower or be gentler, but she just laughed out loud and decided to go the opposite way. She outright said that it was a turn on for her to hear me scream or whimper in pain, and the more I would struggle, the wetter she would get, to the point that whenever she had finished debriding me, she would have to go release herself sexually.
Yeah, that did not sit well with me.
I did not say or do anything about it because I did not want to extend my stay being shackled to the bed, but I certainly did not want to give her any further satisfaction, so I mustered all my willpower to stay as quiet and still as possible. Sometimes she would exit quite frustrated, and boy, was I guffawing internally.
Even though Cleary said that seeing me in pain or struggling was a turn on for her, she never once even tried to touch me sexually. I was beyond thankful for that. She would come in, debride me, then leave just as quickly. I swear, the less interaction I get with that woman, the better.
This time around, it seemed like she wanted to make things extra painful for me because she started scraping super aggressively at my back. I had not given her any satisfaction yesterday, and she left extremely sour during both times, so I guess she wanted to make up for it today. Apart from the fact that she was coming in twice daily to do this, she made sure to go over the most painful parts various times. If that is the game she wanted to play, then why not oblige her?
"So, how has your day been today? Were you finally able to pleasure yourself?" My muscles were still as tense as ever, but I managed to compose a sentence.
At my questions, she stopped momentarily. I am guessing she was surprised. She scoffed, then resumed her work, of course she made sure to do it even more aggressively. I swear, if she does not make my wounds worse, I would be surprised.
I imitated her and scoffed back at her. She sure does love to do that.
"Oh yeah, a little to the left, that's the spot. That's good. Mm, keep going." I was feeling extra petty today. It was hurting like hell, but I was not going to show her that.
Again, she did not respond. I felt her nails dig into my side, clamping down on the worst bruise. I hissed inaudibly.
"Oh boy, do I love myself some Cleary massages! Oh yeah, clean it." I made sure to moan that last sentence extra loud.
I was feeling more than bold today, plus sensing her frustration made it even more satisfying. I was feeding off her frustration.
Fearing Mistress is one thing, but Cleary, pshh. I know I can run circles around Cleary any day.
If I were to go one-on-one with her, I am positive I can win. She may be taller than me, but she does not have anything on Mistress or the guards. She looks like the lowest hanging fruit, and the easiest to pick off.
When we first met, Cleary said she was second in command and had close to as much authority as Mistress, but I highly doubt that. Seeing both of their interactions since I have been here, Cleary does not seem to have all of Mistress's respect. Cleary just looks like another one of Mistress's subordinates. Mistress has even told Cleary off in front of me.
If I truly am Mistress's toy, then I doubt she would want to share with Cleary.
I may be crossing a line here, but I truly need to see how far Cleary’s power precisely extends. It looks like I am poking a sleeping bear, but I think this is one thing I need to do. I need to see if Mistress's power is completely absolute in this base, or if Cleary has garnered some of her own.
Testing the power structure in this compound is an important step in knowing who I can play with in order to escape. I will apologize to future me for any punishment I might endure, but this step is vital. I just hope that I am not digging my own grave.
Cleary did not let up with her painful barrage of scrapes, so I did not let up teasing her. When she finally decided to talk to me, she was livid.
"You know, pet, I've been trying to be nice to you while you are tied to the bed." That was her being nice? "After all this is said and done, and you are free, it's fair game for all of us." She was still working on my back.
I instantly shut up. I do not know if she was being truthful or not.
"Didn't Mistress said to let me recover?" I shot back.
"Oh, she did, but what she doesn't know won't hurt her."
"How is she not going to know? Whatever you do is going to show, plus in any case, I will just tell her."
"A brat and a snitch?" She laughed out loud. "Don't worry, there are ways to have fun with you that doesn't require a physical beating or any marks to show up on your body. I do love seeing your pretty little body in a rainbow of colors, but for now we need to lie low. Also, Mistress won't be able to protect you all the time. She is but one person, she may be commander of this compound for now, but if nobody listens to her, you, my dear Keira, are the one who will end up fucked." She took a breath. I gulped hard at, realizing that what she was saying could very well be plausible. "If you ever decide to tell Mistress what anybody does that go against her commands, you will not have a day of peace left for as long as you live. There's plenty of us waiting to get their hands on you."
I was out of words. I did not know how to respond to that. She was right. I do not know who I can trust or not in this base. I mean, it is not like I can trust anybody anyway, but at least Dahlia and Pvt. Winters do not mean me any harm. As for Mistress, I just have to do what she wants. I sense that Mistress has a greater interest in me than just being part of her experiments or being her little plaything. It is just a feeling.
Like I said before, she is more predictable when it comes to what she wants. She is not the most emotionally stable person here, but again, she is predictable. I got my fair share of beatings to establish a basic profile on how she operates.
"What's wrong, cat got your tongue?" She tittered.
Shit. She won this round.
I did not talk to her again. Her grin grew wider as the time passed. When Cleary had finished working on my back and went to tend the burn on my left forearm, her eyes were are evil as any I have ever seen. She would not stop grinning, and a low chuckle would escape from time to time.
"You know, just seeing you thinking about how defeated you are has sent me into ecstasy. I thought I would get out of here upset at not watching you in pain, but knowing that you just realized that there is no way for you to win against anybody here, has turned me on in more ways than you can imagine."
I stared at her angrily, driving daggers into her. She was getting on my nerves.
She took off her gloves, which was unusual seeing as she would only do that after she had finished everything, then she would leave. Afterwards, she walked in front of me, her heels clacking with every step.
"Let's see here, we are alone right now, and you are tied to the bed." She trailed her right index finger down my left arm. "I can do so much to you right now, pretty girl."
A cold chill made my skin erupt into goosebumps.
"You may be thinking that you can scream for help, and somebody will come running in to save you, but there is nobody out there right now. Mia was the one who was on shift, and I told her to come back in an hour. The guards that may be patrolling the area from time to time will not answer a cry for help unless it comes from me or a code word is screamed, and as for Mistress, she will not come to see you until tomorrow."
Cleary grabbed my gown and tried to pull it down, but I pressed my arms to my side to prevent her from doing so. She let out an amused laughter.
"You think that's going to help?" She reached for a pair of surgical sharp and blunt scissors from the tray.
"Don't you dare! Get away!"
"Stop it," she slapped me. "You are in no position for threats."
She quickly grabbed the left shoulder of my gown and pulled back, just avoiding me biting her. She cut the gown then threw it on the floor.
"Help! He-"
Cleary had grabbed the gown she had just discarded and shoved as much of it as she could inside my mouth, then she grabbed the leftover cloth and tied it tightly behind my head.
"I like it better when you can't talk. I thought I told you to be quiet when you were in my presence. If you can't control yourself and follow a simple rule, then I will make you follow it."
I threw my head back and to the sides, trying to use my shoulders to get the gag off, but she had secured it well.
In one swift jump, she was on top of me, using one hand to press down in the middle of my chest. Her navy-blue pencil skirt rode up to her hips, revealing her lacy red panties.
"Stay still!"
I could not move. I desperately tried to scream for help.
"Be quiet!" She backhanded me.
I whimpered and tried to beg her to stop. Obviously, no words were intelligible through the gag.
"Ooh, help! Help! Stop! Stop!" She was mocking me. "No one is coming to save you." She looked at my face. I had an expression of fear and anger contorting my features. "Oh god, that's so beautiful!" She moaned deeply.
The hand that was not holding me down shot up to her right boob. She closed her eyes and threw her head back as she fondled her own breast, circling over her nipple. Her hips began grinding on my lower abdomen.
I was grunting, trying unsuccessfully to get her off me, but when I saw that she was enjoying it more and moved her hand down into her underwear, I stopped moving. I turned my head to the side as far as it would go and just laid there with my eyes tightly closed in anger, waiting for her to finish pleasuring herself.
I tightened my tensor tympani muscle to block out her loudening moans.
Because I was not moving, Cleary stopped briefly and asked why I was not resisting. I did not dignify that bitch with an answer.
She growled lowly then chuckled maliciously as if an idea had popped into her brain.
The hand that was on my chest reached behind her, and that is when I felt her pull on the Foley catheter. A sharp pain exploded from my center, making my eyes well with tears. My screams were muffled as my eyes shot open and glared at her. She had a spiteful look plastered all over her face, with an immensely smug grin.
"If you do not work to make me cum, I will keep pulling on the catheter," she stated sternly.
I grunted at her and huffed out through my nose.
"You know, pet," she knows just how to get under my skin, "I haven't deflated the catheter's balloon, so if I pull hard enough, I can just tear your urethra apart from the inside out."
I screamed again at her and violently shook my head no.
Her hips were grinding on me again.
"If I do happen to tear your urethra, Mistress would not second guess my word on how it was your fault for struggling while I tried to remove the catheter." The hand in her underwear was moving faster. Her thumb was stimulating her clit, while her ring and middle fingers were pumping in and out of herself.
I was trying to use my shoulders to get the gag off my face. My breathing was picking up. This sociopath is not going to stop at anything to get off.
"If your urethra happens to tear, you will have to get surgery. That would mean that Mistress would most probably have to place a catheter that goes through your belly while your urethra is recovering." Her moans were increasingly loud, and her manic tone was terrifying me like never before.
The problem with internal damage is that it is subject to my interpretation of pain. Unlike the burns which can be seen how bad they are and how much they obviously hurt, any type of internal damage would produce pain that nobody can really see outright, so if they do not take my word for it, I may be suffering a lot more than necessary.
Cleary pulled on the catheter again. Another sharp, stabbing pain to my pelvis. I shrieked loudly and painfully. I tried to contract as much as possible under the bonds. I could not get into the fetal position like I wanted. I gritted my teeth enduringly and grabbed as tightly as possible to the bedsheets. My toes curled down hard. Tears sprang freely through my closed lids. I was breathing unevenly.
Cleary let go of the catheter and moved her hand back to her breast. She then leaned forward to rest on my chest while her face was right next to my ear. I was still trying to control my uneven breaths and preventing more tears from falling, but I was failing.
"God, you don't know how wet you've made me." She was smiling in my ear, her lips were brushing against it, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.
Moans emanated deep from her throat as she was now nibbling on my ear and biting down from time to time. I was grunting more now.
She had positioned her head in such a way that I could not hit her with mine. If I moved my head, hers would move in concert with mine. Her tongue was exploring the folds of my right ear as she moaned hungrily.
My muffled pleas were pushing her over the edge. As I struggled under her, trying to distance my face from hers, I felt her neck and body tense as she let out one loud and satisfied moan. I could feel how the muscles in her body contracted, then convulsed for a few seconds, and finally released. She twitched a few times before letting out a long and gratified exhale.
She lifted herself off me, then took out her hand from her underwear. Cleary looked pleased at the amount of lubrication that was coating her glistening fingers. She leered at me, then slathered her juices all over my face.
I looked at her in disgust, trying to wipe off my face with my shoulder, but she grabbed underneath my jaw, putting her thumb and fingers on the angle of my jawbone to stabilize my face. The hand that was still covered in her fluids slowly traced my bottom and upper lip, leaving herself smeared on my lips.
"I wish I had a mirror, so that you could see how pretty you look!" She stated enraptured by me.
I glowered at her. My anger was starting to make me tremble involuntarily.
Cleary sniggered sardonically as she lowered herself once more and slowly licked my left cheek. Her tongue trailed up my cheek, then went to the other one. She swiped her tongue sensually over my upper lip, then lingered on my lower lip until she took it between both of hers. Her teeth came down on my bottom lip as she pulled away, tasting herself on me.
She licked her lips in euphoric satisfaction as her eyes connected with mine. The look of utter repugnance and contempt I gave her made her feel even more triumphant.
"Oh, how delicious you taste!"
I retched. Thankfully, the cloth gag muffled my reaction.
She chose to ignore my reaction and got off me, then she untied the gag and threw it on the ground. I stayed quiet and saw her go to the cart she had brought in with the debriding equipment and reached in the bottom shelf for something that was covered. When she turned around and showed it to me, her evil grin returned once again.
It was the electric wand device that Phil had used on me when I had first arrived. My eyes widened at seeing the wand. I started shaking my head again.
Comparing the wand to the shocks from the collar that Mistress had put on me, the wand was much more painful.
The collar's strength could be graduated, so I do not know if she ever used it at its full strength, but Mistress definitely shocked me for longer than I was ever shocked with the wand. The fact that the wand was so powerful, shocking me for a short amount of time, made me weary of how bad it would be if anybody decided to use it for a long time. Also, the collar was painful by itself because it was on my neck and when it shocked me, I could feel the electricity going down my spine and affecting all the muscles in my body. The wand, on the other hand, could produce the same effect, but by shocking anywhere else in the body, so if it were ever used on my neck, I do not know how bad things would turn out.
Cleary slowly brought the wand closer to me. I tried as best as I could to put distance between myself and the device.
"I'm going to be gracious and first take out your Foley, then I'll untie you so that you can head into the bathroom and do whatever it is you need to do. Since I am such a magnanimous person," she said while exaggerating her gesture as she placed her open hand on her chest, "I will give you exactly thirty minutes. If at any point in time, you decide to be a freethinker and do anything at all that I find annoying or against my rules, I will simply shock you. This beautiful prod will keep you in line, it's just one of the many toys I have." She said as she slid her hand down its shaft while her eyes went backwards to reveal the white sclera as her eyelids almost fluttered closed. "I'm sure you don't want to test the limits of this baby. It's got high voltage and low current, meaning that it will be extremely painful without leaving a mark or killing you."
Cleary pressed the prod to my ribs. I held my breath. My eyes were fixated on the device, fearing it would go off, making my heart rate shoot up.
"Do I make myself clear, pet?"
"Ye-Yes ma'am! Crystal clear, ma'am!"
"Good. Now that my expectations have been established, spread your legs."
I did not want to, but she was clear about what she was going to do, so I am going to comply with her commands.
She set the prod aside and snapped on new gloves. Then, she took a thick, empty, and needleless syringe and screwed it into a tube adjacent to the Foley catheter. She pulled on the syringe's plunger, then began pulling out the catheter. It felt weird having the tube being pulled out of my urethra.
When Cleary finished, she took off her gloves. "I don't think I need to remind you what's going to happen if you try anything."
"No, ma'am, you don't. I will behave, ma'am."
"Well, I don't know," she answered dubiously. She grabbed the prod and pressed it against my ribs again.
"I-I'll be good, ma'am! Please, I'll behave and do what you want, ma'am!"
She hummed, pondering on what I said. "You seem to always answer the same thing under duress, but you never follow the rules until after you're hurt. Your modus operandi hasn't changed."
"No, no, no! I promise, please, you don't have to do this!"
"I don't know. You were disruptive when I first came in, and I don't believe you." She kept toying with me.
"Give me a chance to prove it to you!"
"Eh, I don't really care to." With that said, she pressed the prod further into my ribs and discharged it.
Pain spread from my ribs as my muscles contracted achingly. My body was shaking spasmodically as the muscles tightened and became fatigued.
When the electricity finally let up, I was left trembling and breathing heavily.
"I think that was a good demonstration of what is going to happen if you step one toe out of line, don't you think?"
"Y-y-yes, ma'am!" I stuttered through my breathing. My voice showing absolutely no resistance to her.
She hummed in satisfaction, but I did not dare to look her directly in the eyes.
"Here," she threw a shirt and pants on my lap, "you're going to put that on after your shower, then you're going to come out as soon as you finish and stand in this corner," she said pointing to the corner opposite the door, at the foot of the bed."
"Yes, ma'am."
Cleary unscrewed the IV, then untied my left arm. "You can undo the rest of your straps, then head over to the bathroom." I looked at her for a second before she stated, "Tick tock, time already started."
I struggled trying to get my right arm free, since I was right-handed after all, so my left hand's fine motor skills were not as well-developed. The leather straps which I saw Mia struggling with, and she had used two hands, proved to be harder to undo than I anticipated. After losing valuable minutes and having Cleary over my shoulder saying 'tick tock' over and over again, I finally managed to free my right arm.
I abruptly sat up to free my legs and unexpectedly winced and stopped as I felt the pain of the beating Dahlia and Mia had given me in the elevator days prior. Setting aside my feelings, within a minute, I got both my legs free.
As I quickly swung my legs over the side of the bed and hastily stood up, my vision suddenly went black and my knees buckled, sending me audibly crashing to the floor.
"Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that orthostatic hypotension. Oops, my mistake," she snorted derisively. "You've been in bed for two days, so that was bound to happen. The blood to your brain didn't reach as it should have when you stood up, so that's what happened."
Of course, this bitch would not mention it before. God, if I hate Mistress, I hate Cleary a million times more. I abhor, loathe, detest, despise, execrate her! I do not wish death upon anybody, but I want Cleary dead!
When I finally managed to get my footing, I grabbed the clothes and ran into the bathroom. The first thing I did was relieve myself, then washed my hands, and brushed my teeth. Since there was no mirror, I was not able to assess the physical damage on my body. Maybe it was for the best. I do not need to be emotionally breaking down with a time limit looming over my head.
I was not willing to test Cleary while she had that thing on her person. Even if I believe I can take her down one-on-one, I do not know if she possesses any combat skills whatsoever, even if she did not, because I do not either, the prod gives her the range that I do not have. In the off chance that I manage to close the gap between us, she would only need to shock me anywhere for her to gain the upper hand, and if that happens, I know she would not stop at just a few shocks.
Putting my thoughts aside, I jumped into the shower and washed my hair as thoroughly as I could before cleaning the rest of my body.
After about maybe seven to ten minutes, I got out of the shower, grabbed the towel that was hanging on the hook, and carefully dried myself off, making sure to not press down on my wounds.
Since I was not handed underwear, again, I slipped on the pair of pants and slid on the shirt as warily as I could.
I gulped and hesitated before pulling on the door handle and exiting to the room.
Once out in the room, Cleary was waiting at the foot of the bed, leaning against it with her ankles folded over each other and the prod's shaft rhythmically hitting her open left palm.
I averted my eyes to the ground and walked to my right side to stand in the corner she had pointed out.
"One minute and twenty-five seconds to spare. You do seem to be listening."
"All right, let's get this over with," Mia spoke. I was so focused on Cleary and her prod, that I did not notice Mia was also in the room.
"Get --" I was interrupted.
"Ah, ah, ah! No talking in my presence," Cleary strode towards me. Her clacking heels making me shiver.
I was unable to back up further into the wall as she raised the prod and pressed it to my stomach. I braced myself in anticipation and closed my eyes as she discharged the prod.
I was convulsing once again at the end of the contact points. Finding myself doubled over on the floor, I focused on steadying my breathing and pushing the pain away.
"Get up!" Cleary commanded.
I did not think twice about following her orders, using the walls to steady myself, as I raised to a stand.
Having her standing so close to me, made me uneasy.
Mia walks my way and stands to Cleary's right, effectively boxing me in.
"We are going to take you to another room for a little while, but you must not tell anyone what happens," Mia warned. "This never happened, got it?"
I nodded.
"Answer her with words!" Cleary's yelling startled me.
"Ye-yes, ma'am!" I replied while raising my hands in surrender, hoping that Cleary would not shock me again.
"All right," Mia said when Cleary started her advance, stopping her before she could inflict further pain. "I believe Mistress Cleary already told you what would happen if Mistress ever found out."
Mistress Cleary? What?
As I went to assent to what Mia had said, the door opened.
"Hello there, sweetie."