“I found the cleaning supplies already,” he said, annoyed. “I’ve already done half the work for you. You can crawl if you want, but hurry. It’s starting to stink up the place. If you get it done like the good girl I know you are, I have a surprise for you.” He gave her a smirk that made her think he was not quite as drunk as she thought.
Camila tried several times before she could walk to the house without tripping over her own feet. Adrien had retreated to the living room, and he sat watching her.
“Get on your knees,” he directed, his eyes hooded. “I wanna see your ass as you scrub that floor.”
Camila shuddered, but did as he asked. The cleaning supplies had been left on the floor anyway, and she crawled over to pick them up. She felt another bout of nausea again at seeing the blood, but even as her stomach turned and rolled, nothing happened. She picked up the scrub brush and sprayed the cleaning product on the mess.
“That’s it, scrub harder, shake that ass, Camila,” he commented.
Camila was glad he was focused on her rear, because she rolled her eyes. She couldn’t wait to be finished with this task. The cleaning products were making her even more light headed than the shock collar had.
“Mmmm, just like that,” he murmured, sounding closer than she’d thought he was.
She looked over her shoulder to see him standing at the entrance to the kitchen. She grabbed a rag and wiped down the floor. Finished, she leaned back on her heels.
“Did I tell you, you were finished?”
Camila looked up at him and caught his smirk. She kept her mouth shut though, not wanting to piss him off.
“I guess that’s good enough. Why don’t you head into the bathroom and get cleaned up? You’re looking a bit… unworthy of me and we can’t have that, can we?”
Camila pressed her lips together, biting her tongue.
“Good girl, you’re learning, aren’t you?” he smirked. “Go. You have five minutes.”
Panicked, Camila started to raise up to her feet, but he stopped her.
“Ah, no, no, no… on your knees.” It wasn’t a suggestion.
Camila sent him a glare, but did as he asked and crawled from the room. As soon as she was out of his sight, she stood up and moved into the bathroom. Stripping, she thought, I can't do this. She stared into the mirror, not even recognizing herself. If he keeps doing this, I don’t know how long I’ll last. Somehow… I have to send word to Samuel. There should be a phone at this farmhouse right?
An old woman couldn’t possibly live on a farm this big alone without any vehicle nearby. She probably made calls for people to come sometimes, right? To clear her crops, or bring her supplies or something.
“I don’t hear the water, Camila, do I need to join you?”
Camila’s eyes widened and she quickly turned on the faucet. “I can do it, Adrien…”
“Good girl, there’s a present for you on the bed. I expect to see you in it when I return.”
She washed her face and body quickly, her hands shaking the entire time. Seeing a brush on the counter, she ran it through her hair, bringing it into some semblance of order. She had less than two minutes left before he’d return. Opening the door, her eyes landed on the red lace nighty on the bed.
No way!