REMI
One Week Later
I suppose I should look at my situation as an upgrade from the previous conditions I was subjected to.
My accommodations are twice as big as they were back at the other building. I have an actual bathroom with a shower. I’ve been given plenty of books to pass the time.
Occasionally, I have company, and while the conversations might not be great, I’ve found that Gage can be a generous lover and I really like having orgasms.
Realllly, reallylike them, actually.
The lights work, so I don’t have to rely on flashlights, and the food is a stretch better.
But it’s transient, and I want to get moving. I’m afraid of living in a place that will eventually be bombed to shit, but Gage has his reasons for staying, and my worries don’t factor into his decisions.
At least he's allowing me to wear clothes now. Tight-fitting shirts, because he likes the way my breasts look in them, and shorts that show the bottoms of my butt cheeks. He’s given me sweats to lounge around in if I’m cold, but whenever he sees me in them, he frowns.
And I have to admit, I kind of like that he’s so into me.
He comes, sometimes twice a day, taking me however he chooses. He likes me vocal, screaming my release as my fingers grip his dark hair. As dominant as he is, he likes to serve me. To please me. To hear me squeal with delight.
When he’s gone, I find myself longing for his return. For his brutal touch that’s awakened some hidden part of me. A part that craves him.
He's turned me into a whore.
A lazy, well-fed whore, and let’s face it, that’s much better than a starving girl hiding away in a closet.
I worry how he’ll treat me in front of his friends. How they’ll treat the women in their lives. Will I be looked down upon? Will he brag to them about what he’s turned me into? Will he make me do those dirty, filthy things in front of an audience?
And what if I get pregnant? Will he be mad? Surely a baby can only make things more complicated during an apocalypse. There is no-flippin’-way I’m going to have a baby. I need to be more careful.
The questions drive me insane, but with so little to do, it's hard to distract myself from them, and reading only brings pain, because I’m not reading about people going through what I am right now. I’m reading about people experiencing life before the apocalypse.
I eye the door, daring myself to do what I've only thought about. It’s not that I want to escape, but a little more information about where I’m at could prove useful.
Just a peek outside won’t hurt anything. There are no dead in the garage or the halls, and if I wait around, I’ll start to lose my mind.
I open the door a crack. It’s dark and dead quiet. The air feels strange. Stale. Like a tomb.
When I exit, there are no sirens or tripwires. There’s just darkness that feels never-ending. It’s almost like I’m staring into the abyss or some black hole.
Feeling brave, I walk with my hands outstretched, so I don’t run into anything. The space is empty. Devoid of debris that could trip me.
Fear is a dangerous thing. It can lead you to make rash decisions. But it can also motivate you forward. To seek knowledge and change.
I want to trust Gage. Technically, he hasn’t lied to me. That I know of. I’m safe. I’m fed. I’m well protected, because despite being a monster, he keeps his word. Someday soon, he’ll get me out of this garage, and I’ll start a new life. One far different than before. One where I belong to him.
My story doesn’t end here.
I feel along the wall and come across a door.
It’s locked. I wonder if Gage is asleep right now on the other side.
It hurts that he leaves after taking me. It’s not that he’s ever offered true affection, but there’s a part of me that craves more. That wants his big arms to wrap around me and tell me that everything is going to be okay.
Which is stupid, because he would never say that. He would never offer comfort. Just cold, hard, brutal bargains.
I decide to venture a little further. There's a small hum, perhaps a generator or the lights. I've heard the sound in movies, in scenes like this where people are walking down dark halls, and monsters lurk around corners.