“I’m so tired, ‘siddy!” Liselle declared, flinging herself into the chair across from Caz. “You wouldn’t believe the day I had.”
“Was it worse than being tied up and starved for hours?”
“Haha, very funny. Glad to see your sense of humor is intact.”
Caz watched Liselle sullenly. Of all the “aides” under Rawbone, she was the least aggressive. Slapped him now and then but mostly just insulted him. Didn’t make her chatter any less annoying but it was better than being pummeled for hours.
“I really need to wind down, you know? Gotta do something to take off the stress.” Her eyes roved over his bound figure. His feet dangled inches off the floor, and his wrists were tied to the arms of the medical chair.
“You know, there’s something about a man fastened to an exam table. Helpless, vulnerable, pathetic. Makes me want to open his legs right up.”
His heart stopped. She’d never acted this way before. Sure, she would make lewd remarks and pointed comments about his body, but she wouldn’t actually…?
As if on cue, Liselle walked over to Caz. She reached towards his belt. He pushed into the chair, his hands jerking violently.
“N-no, shi—what are you doing?”
Liselle shushed him, unbuckling the leather and pulling it out of the loops.
“Have I ever whipped you? Burned you? Kicked you in the face? I’ve been so good to you, ‘siddy, just let me have this one thing.”
Climbing up onto the step, she hoisted herself onto his hips, grinding down softly. Caz twitched underneath her, trying to shift away.
“No, I said no. Stop.”
The woman laughed softly, teeth shining out of her blood red lips.
“What’s your problem? Scared of fucking a woman?”
Liselle unlocked his left hand, making ready to tie it above his head. She climbed closer, her grin widening as he pushed his shoulders deeper into the upholstery.
Get off! his brain screamed, getoffgetoffgetoffGETOFF
“Or is this about your wife?”
“Fuck you.”
“What was her name again?”
Caz turned his face away from her. Lisselle followed his movement, ghosting her lips against his jawline.
“Are you afraid to think that I could do better than that bitch--”
He rammed his skull against hers, throwing his whole body forward. Lisselle staggered, falling off his lap. Caz desperately freed his other hand, thanking the gods it was his dominant hand she’d uncuffed first.
“Hey!” She lunged to her feet. “Stop!”
Without a second thought, he kicked out, knocking her back down. He scrambled off the bed, landing awkwardly on the floor. His legs were shaking as the blood rushed back into them for the first time in days. Caz rushed to the door and yanked on the knob with all his might. By some unnatural stroke of luck, the handle jerked downards and the door cracked open like a gunshot.
“Don’t you fucking dare leave this room!”
Caz ran out of that door without looking back.
He didn’t know where to go. He’d had no plan. He just had to get away from her, from that. There had to be another door down the hall, find the next door--
A deafening shriek pierced his ears seconds before her nails dug into his shoulders. Lisselle body-slammed against him, shoving him to the floor.
“No!” he rasped, dragging himself forward. Liselle wasn’t a heavy woman, but she hadn’t been chained up and malnourished for the last two days like he had. And she was fighting like the devil.
“You don’t get to say no to me, pig!”
Caz had never seen her like this. She clawed at his back, tearing the thin shirt he was wearing. A flash of pain seared through his ear. Was she--? Gods, she was biting his ear.
With a yell, Caz shoved his elbow back as far as he could, hoping to hit his attacker. He heard a strangled curse and her hold loosened for a moment.
“Get off me, bitch!”
“Stop moving—gah!”
Leather pulled against his neck, forcing his head upward. Caz sputtered and hissed, frantically clawing at the tightening fabric. A belt, she was choking him with his own belt.
A heavy thud, and a pair of sturdy boots dropped into view.
“What’s all this?”
Attacker and victim both froze, looking up. Rawbone stood over them. And he did not look happy.
“Mr. Eric,” she stammered, climbing off Caz, “He’d escaped containment and—”
“Clearly,” he nodded curtly. “Go to my office, Liselle. Immediately.”
“Yes, sir.”
Without another word, the woman scampered off. Caz wheezed violently, shaking on the floor, too weak to move.
“Well now,” Rawbone's mouth widened in a cold grin that never reached his eyes. “Looks like someone is in for a dressing down.”
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Whumptober 2022 no. 14: Die a Hero or Live Long Enough to Become a Villain
Desperate Measures | Failed Escape
