Page 72 of Cedarwood Cabin

He pulls on the chain, leading me to the toilet. I feel like a slave, like a dog. I stand there with my arms crossed while he holds the chain and opens the toilet seat for me. “Go on then…” he gestures.

I scoff and utter, “I’m not pissing in front of you.”

“Flower…I’ve seen your pussy many times. Even cleaned blood from it. Seeing you piss is nothing.”

His words cut deep, a reminder of how I once trusted him. How he once looked into my eyes with tenderness. I pull down my panties and sit on the toilet. I’m surprised when Dax turns around and gives me privacy.

“What happens when I need a shit? I am definitely not shitting in front of you.”

I can see Dax's body shift up and down as he chuckles. “We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.”

I pull on the chain as I reach for the toilet paper. Dax looks over his shoulder to see what I’m doing. I quickly wipe myself and pull up my panties.

“Done,” I say in a defiant tone.

Dax turns around. He doesn't say anything as he tugs on the chain out of the bathroom.

How the fuck do some people find this sexy? I feel like a fucking animal!

He leads me to the kitchen, the chain rattling with each step. Lyka stands in the kitchen, plating up food with a calm demeanor. Dax pulls me to a stool and chains me to the island. I glare at him, my eyes filled with hatred and defiance.

“Oh, stop glaring. I know you want me,” he says arrogantly.

I refuse to give him a response so I just clench my jaw. Lyka places a plate of pancakes in front of me, but I shove them away.

“Flora. Don’t make me feed you,” he warns, narrowing his eyes. He picks up the fork, digs it into a pancake, and moves it in front of my mouth. “Fuck you!” I swear.

“You’re not going to win this by starving yourself,” Dax states, digging into his own breakfast.

“Open,” Lyka commands.

I shake my head and press my lips tightly together. I see a flicker of amusement in Lyka’s eyes. “We have all day. You can be as stubborn as you want. I can assure you, we’re not going anywhere.”

I hated them, but if I was going to escape I needed to eat and gain energy. I was still feeling drained from getting drugged last night. Lyka moves the fork closer to my mouth. “Eat.”

Feeling defeated, I parted my lips and allowed the fork to enter my mouth. Lyka smirks as he watches me chew.

“That's a good girl,” Lyka smirks, looking triumphant.

Dax brushes a strand of my hair from my face. “That wasn't so hard, was it, flower?” he croons.

I swallow the food, wanting to cry. But I won’t let them see that they have won. I look away and stare at the kitchen floor. Dax pushes a glass of orange juice along the surface.

“Fuck no. You’ve probably drugged it again.”

“We haven’t drugged it,” he says as he rolls his eyes.

Yeah, right! I don't trust them at all.

“Don’t make me pry your mouth open. Now drink it,” Dax commands.

Lyka gives me a warning look. I can tell they are not bluffing.

I’m so tempted to smash this glass over one of their heads.

“You’re really making this harder than it needs to be,” Dax says, exasperated.

I lift the glass to my lips, watching them closely as I sip. They both look at each other and smirk. They love having this control over me.

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