it.”
Off and on, I came into consciousness, and each time, I wished I hadn’t. It was
like I was a puppet, and he was reconstructing my alleged sins. I had no concept
of time, but eventually, whatever he had given to me was wearing off. The last
time I woke, I found Christopher passed out next to me.
I slid off the bed and searched for my clothes. There wasn’t one piece of clothing in the room. Desperate to get away, I decided I would find something to
wear when I was safe. I was so focused on escaping that I didn’t see Travis when
I opened the door.
“Ah, Ah, Ah,” Travis said, waggling his finger at me. “Christopher, we have
a runner,” he called out.
Groggily, Christopher stumbled towards me. “Shower,” he ordered.
Understanding the directive, Travis picked me up and carried me, kicking and screaming, to the shower. He tossed me in and turned on the water. Ice-cold
water poured on me.
I shrieked.
He responded by turning the water all the way too hot.
I screamed as I tried to move out of the scalding stream.
Christopher reached in and turned the water to warm. “No marks, fucker,” he said, and punched Travis. Ignoring me trembling in the corner, he slipped in the
shower and let the water run over his body.
“Don’t worry. I won’t compare notes with the guys,” he promised. “I’ve reconsidered, and I want to give you a chance to be my girlfriend.”
I began to cry, and he wrapped his arms around me. It was as if the night had
never happened.
“Shh,” he murmured in my ear. “I forgive you. You will be a sweet girl from
now on. Let’s clean you up and get you home.”
After I was cleaned to his standards, he towel-dried me and brushed my hair.
“Have a seat,” he said, pointing to the nearby vanity.
When I shivered, he wrapped a robe around me. Carefully, he applied
makeup to my face, telling me how beautiful I was. Before putting on the lipstick, he kissed me tenderly.
I looked out the window and saw that the sun was rising. Had I dreamed everything? I drifted in and out of consciousness as I tried to piece everything together. Suddenly, I jerked forward as the limo stopped suddenly. Confusion flooded me. I had no idea how I went from the house to being fully dressed and
riding in the limo again.
Christopher smiled sweetly from the seat across from me. “I need to
remember, the next time we go out, that champagne is a bit much for you. You
were hallucinating as if you were on drugs. Do you take drugs, Caitlyn?” He kept talking as if he hadn’t spent the evening violating me. “I’m glad you are sober enough now to go home.”
My body ached in ways I never felt before. I hadn’t dreamed anything.
“What did you do to me?” I hissed.
“Nothing you didn’t beg for,” he said, still using a syrupy sweet voice.
A sudden memory of him covering my mouth until I gasped for air filled me.
I heard him saying, “Tell me you want it,” and my own voice saying, “I want you.”
“I didn’t ask for…” my voice broke. Bile filled my throat. I had to get away
from him.
My prayers were answered when the limo stopped. Travis opened the door and grinned at me. Christopher got out and shoved his friend out of the way, then held his hand out to me. I refused to take it.
