Page 6 of Under Her Skin

“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.

7

CAL

I don’t know when I last slept. I’ve been living in a nightmare every time Kiel comes into Ava’s room, but I know it’s been so much worse for her. The look on her face when Kiel said I wouldn’t want her again will haunt me forever. She believes I’ve abandoned her, and I don’t blame her.

He left her with dirty, open wounds for hours. She’ll need antibiotics, if her older wounds aren’t already infected. Ava is slowly breaking down before my eyes, but I know an infection could take her down sooner. The only time I’ve found any peace has been when Ava’s slept. Whether it was a drug-induced state or not, I’m always thankful when her eyes are closed, and her breaths are steady. I know she must be having nightmares, but it’s a break from her bright room.

Her rest breaks also give me a chance to plan. When she’s awake, I feel like I have to always watch her, but now that she’s asleep, I can focus on a way to get out of here.

There’s one exit in my room and it connects to Ava’s room. From what I can tell, her room has two doors: one leading to my room and another leading to a separate part of the building. When our shared door is closed, our rooms are virtually sound proof. Our room is separated by a large one way mirror, which could be breakable.

My arms and legs are both bound to metal cuffs, which are connected to short chains in the wall. I can’t even bring my hands together, but I have a little more freedom of movement now that I’m out of the chair. I begin to lean away from the wall, putting my whole weight into it to apply pressure on the joint where the chain connects to the wall. It may not work right away, but over time, it might cause the chain to break. I’m so focused on my chains, I don’t hear Kiel come in.

“Pretty nice setup, right? At least you have your own piss bucket now,” he says with false positivity. I think about pissing on him, but I know Ava will pay the price for any of my unfavorable behavior.

“You know,” he starts again. “I really like Ava.” He walks closer to me; his eyes are glazed over. “She’s so pretty. She’s pretty when she bleeds. She’s pretty when she comes. She’s pretty when she pisses.” He grins at me like a psychopath. “I planned on killing her in front of you, but I just can’t do that now. I’m smitten.” He paces in front of me, studying me closely as I stay silent.

“This all started as a way to hurt you. I planned to rape her and kill her to hurt you. But now I just want her. You don’t even matter to me like that anymore. Although, I will receive no small amount of pleasure when you watch me fuck her for the first time. Maybe I’ll arrange to bring you closer to the window for the occasion.” I lunge at him, but my chains draw me up short.

“I’m going to stick my cock into your girl’s little pussy, and she’ll love it. Because she may never like me, but I know she loves my dope. And, over time, she’ll take my cock any way I give it to her if it means she gets her fix. One day, it will be like you never existed. I’ll kill you eventually, but for the time being, you can watch me stretch her out.” Kiel winks at me and leaves.

Rage and panic take over my nervous system. I’m suddenly a kid again watching my dad wail on my mom. I’d come home from school to find her covered in bruises. I thought I felt helpless then, but nothing could have prepared me for this. My lungs feel like they are shrinking as I mentally grasp for anything to ground me, trying to focus on Ava’s face but I can only see it contorted in pain.

My mind lands on Chase. Just the thought of him reminds me that he’s out there still. The brothers are looking for us, and they will find us. One way or another, Ava’s getting out of here. But when she does, I don’t know how she’ll look at me knowing how badly I failed her.

8

AVA

I eventually develop a routine in this timeless room. The man in scrubs will come down to let me use the bedpan. He sometimes tries to touch me, but Kiel is usually right behind him.

Kiel enjoys cutting, but he often doesn’t go much further. The man in the scrubs will clean me up after. Then I’m left naked and alone to sleep until the routine starts over again.

Every so often, the man in the scrubs will hook me up to an IV. I suppose this is how they administer fluids since I constantly have to pee. I can’t remember the last time I ate, but the hunger pangs don’t come anymore. They often inject a syringe into my arm as well. This is my favorite part of my routine. Nothing hurts or bothers me so much when I’ve had my syringe.

I’ve almost grown accustomed to this grizzly routine. I may be getting mutilated, but at least I know what to expect.

The man in the scrubs had just left for the last time, and I’m finally falling asleep in this bright room when the door slams open. I jolt in the bed as Kiel strides into the room. He begins pacing. It’s obvious that he’s deeply agitated.

“I’ve tried to let you adjust to me. Don’t get me wrong, I own you, but I want you to like belonging to me.” I shake my head as fear coils low in my belly.

“I don’t understand,” I whisper. He leans over me, his cotton shirt brushing against my hard nipples.

“I have to have you. I have to have all of you.” I shake my head again, understanding dawning. He goes to the instrument table and fills a syringe. I pause, my fear temporarily overridden by the prospect of whatever is in that syringe. “That’s right, baby. I’ll give you this and you’ll love it.”

I know he’s going to do what he wants to my body regardless, so I don’t fight him as he injects the syringe into my vein. I feel the effects immediately, but it doesn’t feel like it normally does. My limbs feel heavy, and I can’t move, no matter how hard I try. My brain feels as present as ever. Terror, real terror explodes throughout my body.

Kiel begins unstrapping my arms and legs. The utter helplessness I feel makes me want to weep. Tears gather in my eyes, but I can’t move my mouth.

“That’s it, pretty girl, you’re going to be so good for me. You can understand

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