Page 64 of Saviour
“Aurora,” Maxwell says and instantly I miss the annoying drip on the pipe.
He spoons another mouthful of the soup into my mouth and then hands me a bottle of water. I take it straight away and start to guzzle it, when he pulls it away from my lips.
“You need to sip it slowly.”
I take the bottle off him and guzzle a few more mouthfuls, just to shove it in his face. But he just knocks the bottle out of my hand and lets it spill onto the already damp floor.
He stands back, taking the rest of the soup with him, and I almost whimper in protest.
I look back at the water seeping into the ground and if I had enough fluid in my body, I’m sure I’d cry.
Using what light I have, I now scan my eyes around the small room. But I was right. Apart from four walls and the small toilet bowl, there is nothing in here but me. I can’t even see the annoying fucking pipe.
“You’ve been in here for six days,” he says casually, looking at his watch. “I was going to send you upstairs, but I’ve decided I like you better down here.”
He tilts his head and a small smile graces his face.
“Welcome back, Aurora.”
He disappears out the way he came, taking the light and my soup with him, leaving me in the box room and that bloody dripping noise again.
I close my eyes, think of Dax, and without even realising, I fall asleep to the only words that bring me some kind of comfort.
Left, right, hook, hook, up, up.
* * *
The next day,or it could’ve been a couple hours later, I’ve lost complete track of time here, the door opens again and I flinch at the light, going through the same process as before.
First sound, then smell, then taste, touch, and finally sight.
And blinking up, I look into the eyes of not Maxwell but one of mybig brothers. And my stomach rolls over.
“Hey, sis, dad said I could say hello.”
He sets another bowl of soup in front of me along with a bottle of water and I help myself eagerly. With each swallow, I consider them poisoning me, but I couldn’t care less. Dying would be easier to endure than this.
When I finish, actually grateful I was able to finish the whole bowl, I look up at him and see his eyes roaming over my naked flesh and I squirm, trying to hide myself from him.
“It doesn’t matter what position you try to hide yourself with. I can still see everything.”
I sit up straighter, crossing my legs at the ankles and drawing them up to my chest, hiding my breasts behind my knees.
“That doesn’t work either, Aurora. I can still see this.” His finger slides right into me behind my legs and I squirm away, kicking at him until he withdraws his finger and laughs, standing up and taking the empty bowl to the door.
“Get your strength up,” he says, nodding to the bottle of water he left behind. “Next time I’m going to ask dear old dad for permission to play.”
With that, he shuts the door behind him, leaving me alone again.
And following through on his word, he must get permission, because for the next few weeks, every day is the same. Either Maxwell or my two brothers come in to feed me tomato fucking soup, and thenplaywith me before leaving again.
And each day, I feel more numb and less in control of my body. Each time I feel them above me, I can’t even fight, because my mind is detached from my body.
I’m motionless, useless, and thanks to the ketamine they lace my soup with every day, I have no choice but to justbe.
A fucking drugged up ragdoll.
One day, who knows how long it’s been, I’m carried out of my dark box room, bathed, and dressed into skimpy underwear and put into a car. And it’s not until we arrive at the Rhivers mansion do I realise I’m home and my mind starts to try and play catch-up with my body.
