Does it hurt?

Molly:

I cried myself to sleep at the foot of the bed, still dressed in my bloody gown. The sound of the door opening jolted me awake, and I leapt to my feet, eager to see his face and learn what he had in store for me. But when the door opened, a young lady walked in. She was dressed in a black gown with a white apron and a white cap. I could still see her beautiful black curls through the cap.

"My name is Rose, and I'm here to prepare your bath," she said her eyes darting along my body and the corner of her lips raising.

She then locked the door and approached me. I remained still the entire time as she moved past me to the door on the left. She opened it and shut it once she was inside. I collapsed onto the bed and stretched my hands.

At this point, I couldn't say if I was fortunate or unlucky. I was fortunate to have escaped Bruno and my pathetic excuse for a stepfather, but Farrell was no angel.

The lady emerged from the room after a few moments and approached me.

"Your bath is ready, Ma'am," she said, holding the edge of her gown with a little bow.

"Thank you," I murmured, my face contorted into a smile.

I turned around and she unzipped the dress. When she pulled it down, I took a long breath. It was very tight, and I was itching to get it off.  She handed me a towel right away, and I went straight to the bath.

The bathroom was simple, with white tiles covering the floor. The only thing that appeared to be pricey were the bathtub and sink, which were located on the left and far end, respectively. They were crafted from gold.

“Lavender?” When the aroma of the soap entered my nostrils, I inquired.

"That's how sir likes it," she explained, and I forced a smile.

I questioned myself as I stood in front of the warm water, which created popping sounds. Does he use lavender soaps in his bath? Or does he make his women use them?

"If you need anything, simply press the switch by the wall. It'll notify me," she said as she shut the door.

I slipped out of the towel and slid into the tub.

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When I finished my bath, I wrapped the towel over my body and walked back to my room. Rose had left, and there was no clothing for me. So, I sat down in front of the mirror table.

I didn't bother glancing at the comb, which had an inscription on it. I took it and dug it into my hair before softly brushing it.

While I was sitting there, someone opened the door, and I figured it was Rose.

"Oh, Rose, I have waited forever," I replied softly because I was exhausted and hungry.

"Rose isn't here," he spoke huskily, and I turned around to see Farrell leaning against the door with a smirk on his face and his shirt sleeves rolled up.

I took a deep breath and turned to face the mirror. He slammed the door shut and then approached me. My heart skipped a beat with each stride he made until we were inches apart and I felt his figure surround me from behind.

"My kitten," he whispered in a deep voice that made my tummy quiver in an unfathomable way.

Is it possible that I have Stockholm syndrome? Because why did I find this man attractive?

I'm here against my will, and feeling this way was stupid. He bent his head towards my neck and sniffed me strangely, almost like a search dog. I couldn't understand what this did to me, but there was a lot going on between my legs.

"Does it still hurt from the last time?" He spoke quietly into my right ear.

"Where's Kate?" I inquired, sharply inhaling.

"Kate is fine, but don't answer my questions with questions," he stated as he looked at himself in the mirror.

Then he kept his gaze fixed on me, moving his rough hands slowly and softly in between my thighs. I closed my eyes and bit my lower lip in response to the sensation.

"It hurts," I mumbled as he drew dangerously close to my pleasure area.

"I see... we'd stick to foreplay until you heal," he replied, swiftly withdrawing from touching me.

"You'll have to stop that as well," he murmured, sliding his thumb across my lips to keep me from biting them.

He took a hanky from his pocket and used it to cover my eyes.

“Getup!” He commanded.

“What?” I asked quietly, attempting to remove my hanky in order to look at him.

"Don't do that!" He grumbled.

He picked me and slung me over his shoulder before I could say anything. He then spanked my buttocks.

"Hey, you can't do that!" My brow furrowed as I said.

"Then don't make me repeat myself. I hate repeating myself," he said.

I heard him pull the door open and slam it again. I sighed and rested my head on his shoulder.

"I've got legs, you know, and I don't need to be carried around," I said to him.

"Keep complaining, and you'll earn yourself more punishment tickets," he sneered.

Tickets for punishment?

When I heard this, I swallowed hard. It instantly occurred to me that this man had taken the lives of two people today, and I needed to act appropriately.

"What exactly do you mean by punishment?" I inquired quietly.

He then gave a quick laugh. "Fuck around and find out,”

He set me down and untied the hanky after saying this.

I was standing in front of a door which was like every other door in the house — grandiose doors made from beautiful MDF boards.

"Your surprise awaits behind the door," he said quietly, and my eyes immediately widened. Then he opened the door and took my hand in his.

Despite the roughness of his hands, it felt unmistakably warm, and I didn't want to let go.

"Come," he said as he led me inside the dark room.

He let go of my hand and ran his hands up and down the wall till he came to the switch. The lights turned on once he pressed the button.

In the room, there were two beds, one on the right and one on the left. A line separated them in the middle. The pink side was on the right. It had plush pillows, a wonderfully set out duvet, and a "kitten" inscription on the bedstead.

The left side was completely black. It had a bed, but the cover had a skull on it, and there was a rack behind the bed. Handcuffs, ropes, blindfolds, chokers, gags, whips, and other items hung from the rack.

"What's this?" I asked.

"Your room, my kitten, and the side we use each night will depend on your activities during the day," He said quietly, sending shivers down my spine...