Page 8 of Silver

I hurry into the bathroom and shut the door. I would lean against it, but that would hurt. Instead, I move to the mirror and stare at myself. I’m a disaster. My face is red and swollen. Tears and snot are running down my cheeks and chin. Lingering makeup I didn’t manage to scrub off in the bathtub is streaked down my face.

Jesus. What the hell am I doing here?

After splashing my face several times and rubbing the mascara from my eyes, I use my towel from earlier to dab my cheeks dry and then grab a tissue to blow my nose several times. I barely look any better.

I can’t stop staring at the girl in the mirror. She doesn’t even look like me. She’s not the same person who drove across the country to attend this prestigious university. Somewhere along the way, I lost her.

It started with the night some asshole terrorized me and has been growing and building up to tonight, when I could have taken a turn and possibly changed things so I wouldn’t be living in my car.

Instead, I’m here. I don’t even know why.

A knock at the door startles me, and I turn and open it. What now?

“Bedtime.” He’s so…cold? Is that it? I can’t put my finger on it. More like methodical. He’s studying for a PhD in engineering, so I’m not surprised he would be rigid, but this is over the top.

I’m so exhausted that I slip past him and head directly for the smaller room he showed me earlier. I want to be alone, and in spite of everything else, I’m looking forward to sleeping on an actual mattress on a bedframe. I haven’t done that since I arrived in town at the beginning of the semester.

The bed looks so inviting that I eagerly pull the covers back. The moment I sit on the edge, I wince. My ass hurts. Gritting my teeth, I quickly slide under the comforter and pull it up to my neck.

Silver hovers in the doorway. “Is your cunt wet, Daphne?”

I gasp. My already swollen, hot face impossibly heats further. I don’t look at him.

“Answer me, Daphne. It’s a simple question. Is your cunt wet and throbbing?”

“Yes, Sir,” I manage to whisper. It’s even wetter now that he’s pointed it out. How humiliating. I don’t dare lie to him. I don’t trust him not to yank the covers down and check for himself.

“Good. Don’t touch it. Naughty girls who misbehave and need to be punished do not get rewarded with orgasms. Keep your fingers away from your pussy. Do I make myself clear?”

I shudder as renewed arousal leaks out and runs between my thighs. I’m sure there’s a wet spot on the mattress. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl. Sleep.” He abruptly shuts the door.

I’m left in the dark, breathing heavily, feeling like a freight train just sped through the room. My body is shaking. My breasts feel heavy, my nipples hard. I nearly moan as I squeeze my thighs together. And I don’t risk further movement. My entire body is sore from remaining so still while he spanked me, and my ass is on fire. I don’t want to drag it across the sheet.

There’s no window covering, so the room isn’t nearly as dark as it seemed now that I’ve adjusted. It will be bright in the morning without blinds.

My heart is racing. It won’t slow down. So many thoughts are circulating. I just need to get through tonight. It’s not like I can sneak out after he goes to sleep. For one thing, I don’t have any clothes. For another thing, he locked the damn door to his room from the inside. And where is my purse? He carried it inside, but I didn’t notice where he put it. If I don’t charge my phone, it will die. Not that I have anyone to call besides checking in with my grandmother. She knows I’m busy. She doesn’t expect me to call daily or anything, but eventually she will worry.

What’s up with this guy? He’s not right in the head. How does he have five housemates? Do they know their friend is so fucked up? What about his sister? Does she know?

Another thought—has Silver brought other women here to spank and boss around? For some reason, that thought makes me incredibly jealous. I’m obviously not playing with a full deck tonight. The stress of living in my car and trying to keep up with my studies has worn me down.

Actually, I might have been okay with those two things alone, but my world shifted on its axis the night I was yanked out of my sleep by a madman who scared the fuck out of me so badly I peed myself. I haven’t slept well since that night. I’m always concerned he will come back. Even though I always park in different places, I fear he will find me one night, and who knows if he’ll let me go a second time.

My eyes are heavy. In spite of my stress and anxiety, I can’t stay awake. Maybe there was some truth in Silver’s fucked-up plan to chase away my nerves. A hard spanking certainly exhausted me.

Even though my pussy is still pulsing, the pressure and need are easing slowly but surely. I don’t have the energy to masturbate, but I still can’t believe he ordered me not to. The audacity of that man.

After taking several deep breaths, I finally slip into blissful unconsciousness.

Four

Silver

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It’s been two hours since I locked Daphne in that tiny room. I doubt she even knows I locked the door. She was so exhausted that I’m confident she fell asleep quickly and hasn’t moved.