Descent

Chapter 30 ~ Goodbye.

TRIGGER WARNING.
Upsetting and graphic scenes ahead.

I got the feeling back in my hands after half an hour.

That was the only part I could move and I used it to show my frustration and torment by clenching them so tightly that my nails dug into my flesh.

Rosik stopped roughly playing with my breasts and after noticing my distressed movements he then proceeded to force me to give him a hand job.

That lasted some time, I don't know how long but every time I would try to cause him pain he would choke me until my eyes would roll back into my head.

It was humiliating, it was disgusting and I was hopeless.

But Rosik kept his horrid promise and after finishing on my presumed chest Rosik then rolled off of me and went to have a shower.

It was during this time that I began to have pins and needles attack my flesh in a painful, scratching way.

As Rosik drew out his shower, door open and his humming taunting me I slowly found that I could bend my wrists, twitch my feet, roll my shoulders and slowly but surely I gained full control of my body once more.

As my body regained its strength the tears that ran down my cheeks throughout the whole ordeal shrivelled up on my cheeks and I sniffed a final time.

Once Rosik finished his shower and walked out stark naked I refused to glance at him and hobbled to the shower myself to rid myself of his presence on my skin.

Rosik insisted I keep the door open and I did as I was told, robotically going through the motions of cleaning every inch of my humiliated body.

My actions reminding me of the girls I saw showering only the other day on the second floor.

Get in and get out, if you lurk then you think.

After that I walked out with a towel wrapped tightly around my body, Rosik insisted on kissing me deeply once more, ripping my towel off during the process and made me dress in an yellow sundress that reached mid thigh that made me feel even more exposed.

I wanted to be alone, I wanted a moment to process the assault in order to get past it but Rosik had zero interest to catering to my emotional needs.

I was pulled into the kitchen and told to start cooking dinner, something along the lines of 'If Dana is leaving then you need to get used to cooking all the meals.'
Passed through Rosiks lips but I'm not sure if I heard him correctly, I was still feeling quite lightheaded from all the choking.

Rosik thankfully did leave the room eventually, after surveying me begin to season some chicken breasts slowly he left me to my own devices and entered the lounge, presumably to check up on Oliver.

And this is where I've been for the past hour and a half, cooking up a large batch of Cajun chicken and rice while ignoring the way my body shakes.

Glancing at the spices I do the most passive aggressive outburst possible and add another tablespoon of spice to Rosiks chicken, hoping that it burns his fucking face off.

"Katie?" A small voice calls from the doorway and the surprise causes me to pale and stumbles backwards into the bench, my twitching wrist clenching a wooden spoon.

I sigh as I notice it's just Dana, noticing the redness of her cheeks I can tell that she's been crying but there is a sense of clarity in her eyes as she watches my movements as I adjust to a friendlier pose.

"Everything okay?" Dana hesitantly questions and I nod my head quickly.

I have no right to complain to her, Dana has been through so much worse.