XI

Kaiya

My eyes open to yet another day in the blasted attic and I am sure I can expect a visit or two from Ace, as usual.

It grows tiresome, his taunting and constant edging between sexual play and angry outbursts of violence. He has yet to do more than caress and bite my flesh, but I fear he will not stop at that one of these days.

Tears well in my eyes when I hear the creak of the floorboards beyond the door and the clicking of the locks being undone. Here comes another session with Ace!

“Good morning, Little Mouse! I bring you scrambled eggs and toast. I have juice, but the coffee is for me. You don’t get coffee,” Ace hums in an almost sing-song tune. “If you are a good girl and eat up for me, I might reward you.”

Ace adjusts the bed I am strapped to, so I am sitting, nearly upright as he usually does for feeding me.

“I see you wet yourself during the night. Such a shame. That must be uncomfortable for you. I will need to give you a sponge bath, but for that, I need to give y