Page 10 of Blood Spilled
He doesn’t say anything and instead pours more water over my head with his lips pressed into a thin line. He grabs a rag from behind me and pours soap into it, before rubbing it down my body. I shudder as his hand moves in circular motions over my chest. The rough material on my skin makes the light touches of his fingers on my nipples more noticeable. More preferable.
He continues dragging the cloth down my body, rubbing it over my hardening cock without saying a word. Only I need him to say something, anything.
“Say it,” I attempt a scream and it comes out more like a strangled sound. “Fucking say it.”
His jaw tightens, and he raises his hand in the air. Though before it can hit my cheek, I grab it, pulling him into the tub with me. He tries to scramble away and I wrap my arms around his neck. My body is wet and slippery, making it hard for him to get a grip on me, and soon we are both flailing against each other in the large bathtub.
I grab a bottle of shampoo from behind me and slam it into the side of his head, knocking him further into the tub. Climbing out takes me way too long, and I barely have enough strength and energy to climb over the edge, giving him plenty of time to grab my ankles. “Oh, you’ve really asked for it now. Here I am trying to do a nice thing for you, and you are acting like an ungrateful little shit. It's my fault thinking I could actually have a real conversation with a wild animal who can't seem to be tamed.”
“Fuck you,” I spit. “Fuck this whole thing and fuck your stupid ass questions.”
He climbs over my body, pinning me against the bathroom tile and I turn my face away from his. With a tight grip aroundmy chin, he tugs my face, forcing my focus back on him and I squeeze my eyes shut.
“Look at me,” he demands.
I attempt to shake my head, but his tight grip holds me in place. “I said fucking look at me,” he shouts.
I open my eyes and his pupils are large and full of rage. “You won’t do that shit again you hear. No more nice, warm baths for you.” Grabbing the shower head, he turns it back on and sprays me down with cold water. The combination of the freezing water and pressure feels like knives pricking at my skin. He keeps doing it until my body goes limp from the shock.
He steps out of the tub and drags me by the arm like a rag doll. I kick and swing against the floor. He throws my body against the cage effortlessly. “If you were smart, you’d stay there.”
I don’t dare move, not sure I could if I wanted to. I lay there with chattering teeth, wrapping my arms around my shivering body. He hurries back into the bathroom and comes out with a large white towel and throws it at me. “Get yourself dry and while you do, tell me about your father. Why do you hate him so much?”
“Why does it matter?”
“I want to know all there is to know about the kind of man he was behind closed doors.”
“Maybe you should ask his lover then.”
“Who?”
“You know who. My father’s mistress. The one he's been screwing behind my mother’s back. She may have slept with my father out of love, but he did it for other reasons. You see, my father is incapable of loving anyone but himself.”
“What mistress?”
“Oh, don’t act like you didn’t know. I thought your men were good at finding out things or maybe I was wrong. If only people actually paid close enough attention, they would know thatmy father was fucking Mateo's mom. I guess maybe it helped putting all the attention on me, huh? It allowed my father to slip right through the cracks when everyone was too busy paying attention to his monster of a son. Who's he hiding behind now, huh?”
“You act like you aren’t what people say you are. You act like you are innocent in all this, trying to put blame on your father and his supposed lover.”
“I never said I was innocent, and definitely never said I wasn’t a monster. But have you ever really wondered what makes a monster? Sometimes you become one in order to survive.”
“I think that’s enough talking for one day.” He grabs the chains and clasps the cuffs around my wrist and ankle. This time he does it on the opposite side and before I question his actions, he says, “To give your other side a break. Your skin is starting to get raw on that side.”
“Why do you do that?”
“Do what?”
I resist rolling my eyes knowing I'm already walking a thin line after what I tried in the bathroom. I’m still surprised he didn’t kill me then. “Act like you care?”
“I’m not sure what you mean, because I can promise you, I don’t. But I don’t need you scratching yourself raw and bleeding all over the place. You already make enough messes as it is, and I don't need any more injuries to treat. I'm not wasting any more supplies on you than I need to.”
“You’re so full of shit.”
“Someone is really pushing it today. What has made you so brave all of a sudden?” He bends down and strokes my chin with his finger. I try to yank my face away and his nails sink into my skin, stinging the more they rip at me. I'm ready for the gentle touches to come back.
“It doesn’t matter what I do at this point and we both know it. I could be sweet and submissive. Bare my soul to you. You’d still hate me and make sure I live the rest of my life in misery. Little do you know, I was living in misery before all this, just a different kind. Before I had the luxurious life to cover it up, so it was easy to miss it.”
“Oh yeah, you seemed real miserable laughing, and talking about how you’ve won at your wedding. I’m done listening to your bullshit for today. It’s bad enough I have to hear it from others. Enjoy being clean, because after the shit you pulled, it may be a while before you get another bath. I promise you next time it won’t be as nice as this one was.”
