Page 110 of Depravity

“Brynn.”

A girl rushes over to me, helping me up. “Are you okay?”

I nod. My chin feels like I have a carpet burn, but I’ve had worse. “Piss.” I state. “Need to piss.”

She jerks her head, and another girl takes my other arm. Together they help get me to where the ensuite is. My feet drag behind me, my toes bang on the threshold but I’m still so grateful as I sit down.

The sound is so loud. I wrinkle my nose, wondering if an elephant could piss any louder than I do.

“Would you like some breakfast?” The other maid asks, as if this is all perfectly normal.

Breakfast. I can’t remember the last time I ate. It must have been before I lost my legs. Before I was bad.

I nod again, biting my lip with my enthusiasm.

They help me back up, and I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I look pale, my eyes are so bruised it’s like I’ve been in a fight, but that scar, that mark… my fingers brush against my damaged skin and I hiss for a second at the flash of pain.

He branded me. My husband branded me.

“So pretty,” I whisper. I can see all the detail, I can see how my skin is literally moulded now.

The two maids frown more, whispering something I don’t catch and then they carry me out, carry me back to the bed.

The girl I don’t know disappears off while the other stays, watching me.

Ingrid. That’s her name. The other maid, the one from before. She just smiles at me after propping me up on a mountain of pillows.

I blink back, unsure if I’m worthy of her happiness.

“Where is Conrad?” I ask. It’s morning now, he’ll be wondering where I am. He’ll want to be fucking me again.

Something flickers across her face and then she recollects herself. “He’s away.” She states, like that’s an answer.

I open my mouth to ask for more details, but the other girl comes back with a tray. I can smell the bacon. I can smell all the delicious food. My stomach grumbles loudly as they place it on my lap.

“Can you feed yourself?” Ingrid asks.

“I’m not a dummy.” I reply. My legs might be gone, but that doesn’t mean I don’t know how to eat.

The other girl stifles a giggle, but they stand there anyway, waiting for me to prove if I’m capable or not.

I pick up the fork and take a big scoop of scrambled eggs. They’re hot. Hot hot hot. They burn my tongue, but I don’t care.

I want the bacon next. It’s streaky and crispy, and I munch on it with my bare hands.

The beans are the challenge. The slippery suckers drop all over the sheets and in the end they take over feeding me. I guess it’s only fair, seeing as they’ll be the ones changing these now that they’re dirty.

Once the food is done the plate is taken away but Ingrid stays there, watching me almost curiously.

“Where is Conrad?” I ask again.

“Your father wants to see you.” She replies, not answering my question. “He asked me to get you bathed and dressed.”

“I have nothing to wear.” That fact alarms me. I’m naked. Conrad doesn’t like me naked around others. He doesn’t like them to see me.

Except he paraded me about through Oblivion. He had me trussed up like a pig, crawling on all fours.

My cheeks flame. I feel the memory of it hit my core and my hand moves, fisting the duvet.

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