Mikey yanked her to her feet roughly, making her lose her footing. She fell down onto the carpet, and he yanked her upright once more, but with more force. He didn’t say anything, and lead her outside of the tiny room she was kept in. She took in as much detail as she could, but the house was utterly basic; white walls, standard carpet. It was blank, boring, unmemorable. He led her down a long hallway and into a basic bathroom. It was somewhat big; they could both fit comfortably. Mikey sat on the edge of the tub, and turned the water on all the way hot. The loud sound of rushing water filled the room, and she couldn’t help but stare at the unguarded door with a tiny smile. Mikey laughed.
“Do it.” He grinned, gesturing to the door. “Make my day. I DARE you.”
She immediately looked at the floor, smile disappearing, and listened to the water. She shifted uncomfortably, and Mikey shut the water off when it had reached the volume he wanted it to. “Strip.” He commanded. She looked at him with wide eyes. Strip? In front of him? She couldn’t… She was too self-conscious, and hadn't had access to a razor in... well, she still didn't know for how long. Though she knew it was a bad idea, she shook her head no, taking an automatic step back. Mikey shoved her against the wall, and grabbed her throat tightly, cutting off her air supply.
She clawed at his hands as he lifted her off the ground, but it caused him no pain at all. Her toes reached desperately for the floor only to connect with nothing. She struggled to breath, and just as she thought she would pass out from the lack of air Mikey dropped her, letting her fall on the hard linoleum floor with a thud as she landed on her hip. She cried out in pain, and Mikey looked at her without sympathy.
“I said strip.” He said. She scrambled to her feet, and practically tore her clothes off, tossing them to the side. “Now get in.” He said referring to the tub. She looked at the water. Steam floated off of it in heavy waves, making her stomach clench. She took a small step toward the tub, and dipped a toe in. She yanked it back out from the extreme heat, and looked at Mikey, starting to cry again.
“I can’t! It’s too hot!” She cried. “Please don’t make me!” She begged. Mikey put a hand on her shoulder, and she looked up in hope. Mikey smiled at her before pushing her backwards, causing her to fall into the tub. She landed hard on the tub floor, and screamed as the fire-like water hugged her body. She splashed water everywhere, struggling to sit upright. Mikey smiled at her.
“See Honey, that wasn’t so bad was it?” He asked. She whimpered, and stared at him fearfully. He grabbed her wet shoulders, and shoved her under the water. She squirmed under his touch, and after 7 seconds, he let her up. She gasped desperately for air, and then he dunked her back under. This process repeated 5 times before he stopped.
“Enjoy that?” He asked. She shook her head no. Was he stupid? Why the fuck would she enjoy that? “Then stop refusing to do what you’re told.” He said, grabbing an unlabeled bottle of shampoo and conditioner. “Sit straight.” He commanded. She obeyed quickly, sitting as straight as a pole. He lathered the fruity shampoo in his hands, and worked it into her long, curly mane. Once enough shampoo was in to remove all of the dirt her hair had collected, he massaged her scalp. She closed her eyes.
She hated to admit it, but it felt good. Really good. She sighed in contentment, even though her skin still tingled from the water. Without warning, he shoved her head back down into the water, and rinsed all of the soap from it thoroughly. She came back up trying her best to stay quiet, but coughed loudly and gasped. Mikey squirted some of the matching conditioner into his hands, and coated her hair in a good amount of it. She shook beneath his strong, unforgiving hands, and he dunked her again. Once her hair was clean and perfumed, he grabbed something from the counter.
It was a simple red toothbrush, already prepared with toothpaste. “Open.” He yawned lazily. She opened her mouth, and Mikey brushed her teeth diligently. “It’s like fucking Narnia in here.” He muttered.
“Spit.” He said, retracting the toothbrush from her mouth. She did so into the tub and he started again, coming to her tongue. He spent a lot of time on her tongue, making sure it was perfectly pink, then he pushed the toothbrush into the back of her throat. “Spit.” He commanded again, as she gagged and choked. She complied quickly, afraid of what else he might do. He handed her a small Dixie cup. “Rinse. Spit.” He sighed, appearing highly bored with his task. When she was done, he helped her out of the bath, and wrapped her in a large fluffy towel.
“Thank you.” She said quietly. He ignored her.
“Finish drying off. Today, please I DO have things I’d like to get done today besides bathing Suzy Pisspants.” He said irritably, watching her every move. She dried off to the best of her ability in the fastest amount of time she could, and dropped the towel to her feet, modesty forgotten. Besides, if that was what he wanted from her, he could easily take it.
“Put your arms above your head.” She did, and he put a giant black T-shirt over her. It was large, but stopped at the top of her thigh, just barely covering her bum. That was all he gave her before running a brush roughly through her semi-matted hair. Before long, Mia was moaning in pain, and the brush was full of dark curly knots of hair. “Great, now let’s go.” He said, grabbing her arm, and leading her back to her tiny room. He shoved her in and locked the door.
She fell on her knees, and noticed it smelled fresh in here, and that her knees were most likely carpet burned . Perhaps Gerard had cleaned up after her. Hmm. She couldn’t decide if this was kind or not. She sat in the far corner of the room, and hugged her knees tightly. Hoping that was all that would happen today.
Not long after she was thrown in there, Gerard unlocked the door, and stepped inside with a huge grin and a massive hard-on. “Hey there, beautiful. I’ve gotta little treat for you.” He purred.