Page 8 of Savage

I had these luxuries once.

If only I’d known just how lucky I was…

“Enough,” Savage says, opening the shower door and abruptly turning off the water. “Get out. I don’t have all day.”

“You don’t have to be mean about it,” I blurt out, cringing as I realize what I just said. It shouldn’t surprise me when people are cruel to me, not anymore, but after today… I just don’t know how much more I can stand. I get out of the shower, shivering on the mat.

Savage stares at me, and then, in clipped tones, says, “I can be however I want. But now is a good time to go over the rules.” He grabs the towel from the towel rack but doesn’t hand it to me. “You will address me as Master. You will not talk back; you will not argue. I expect complete obedience.”

I look longingly at the towel as the cool air starts to overtake the lingering warmth from the shower on my skin. “Yes… Yes, Master,” I say awkwardly. I don’t usually talk back or argue anyway, and obedience… That’s been pounded into me these past few months.

Savage keeps looking at me, and I have no clue what he wants anymore. My nipples are turning hard from the cold, and I shiver. I don’t dare try to cover myself though.

Finally, he says, “Good,” and hands me the towel.

I take it quickly from him, half-expecting him to rip it back from my grasp and start to dry off. It’s a fluffy towel, so unlike the harsh fabric of the towels at Ntimacy, and I realize just how low my standards have fallen.

Then again, I’d never been rich, and this was all beyond my means anyway.

When I’m done, I hold up the towel awkwardly.

Savage sighs and points at a basket in the corner. I hurriedly throw the towel in there.

I’m still naked. I wonder when I can expect the usual demands on my body, and if he’ll be as harsh or clinical when fucking me as he is with everything else.

“Follow me,” Savage says, walking out the bathroom without another glance at me.

My fists clench at his tone. I don’t know why this feels so much worse than the lewd comments I used to receive. But I quickly follow, remembering his insistence on obedience.

He leads me further into the room, which has a large bed against the center of the wall. The curtains on the large windows are drawn, revealing the large open skies. This high up, there’s no way anyone can see me walking naked past the window.

I’m more concerned about the bed, anyway. It has a very heavy frame, with metal bars on the headboard.

And chains, already dangling from said headboard.

I take a step back, not liking what I’m seeing at all. It’s not like I can go anywhere, and if he tells me to get on the bed, I will… but I don’t want to. I don’t like the way it looks at all, and I don’t even understand why someone would need to chain me up. Did Giulio tell him I’m disobedient? That he has to treat me so callously because I don’t listen?

Savage closes the distance between us, and it takes everything in my power not to flinch away from him. He ignores my trembling and tilts my chin up, gazing into my eyes.

“When’s the last time you saw a doctor?” he asks. “A real one.”

I swallow hard, wishing I could look away, but I’m caught in his steely blue eyes. “I… I don’t know.” The only doctor I’d seen had been the one at Ntimacy who’d checked us for diseases.

Not for us, of course, but so we couldn’t accidentally pass things on to the clients.

“Well, I won’t tolerate you harming your body—my property—from now on.” Savage grips my shoulders and squeezes harshly. “Let’s see what needs to be fixed.”

I flinch.

Fixed.

I want to protest and say that I’m healthy, but I know better. I’m not. I’m a total mess, and even if I hadn’t known that before, he’s made it perfectly clear since the moment he first laid eyes on me.

He lets go of me and turns to a nearby dresser, which has a duffel bag on top. I watch warily as he withdraws a stethoscope from it.

And a speculum.

I shudder at the sight of it, already recoiling at the thought of him placing the cold metal device inside of me so he can stretch me wide.

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