them.
Three down. A thousand more to go.
–∞–
I t had been two days before I was finally allowed out of our bedroom. It didn’t take
long before I fell into another state of depression, but Darren didn’t care much.
He knew once I was allowed out again, I’d bounce back like usual. That didn’t mean
my mood didn’t irritate him in the meantime. I spent my time either listening to
music and building card houses or playing hacky sack, reading on my tablet, or
sulking on the couch.
If I didn’t finish my plate, Darren would barge in and force me to sit on his lap
again until the remainder was gone. When I didn’t eat fast enough, I tried to argue
that I couldn’t eat when I was upset, but Darren concluded that was my own fault
and not his problem. So when I threw it up some fifteen minutes later after he left,
I tried to keep it as discreet as possible. Eating was painful. With so many knots
churning away inside my stomach, there wasn’t much room for anything else, so I
ate as slowly as I could to keep it down. I knew I needed to keep my strength up, but
I was once again tired of being strong all the time. It was exhausting.
It helped that I rarely had to see Darren until the late hours of the night, usually
when I was trying to fall asleep and failing, and he was just finally coming in for the
night. I never knew what he was doing or if he was even still in the cabin during the
day, but it wasn’t my place to question him. I’d learned that much. Even though he
was still pissed, he didn’t hesitate to drag me over to his side of the bed so he could
fuck me before wrapping himself around me until we fell asleep. With his sour
mood, I felt like I had completely ruined everything. He had put this whole thing
together for me and I fucking ruined it by almost getting myself killed by a pack of
wolves.
I tried my best to be as passive as possible, but I wasn’t exactly forthcoming with
excitement either. I was a bored house cat waiting to be let out of the house so I
could hunt some shit.
On the second day, shortly after my lunch, Camaro had been released suddenly
into the bedroom. I’d asked Darren what had been done with her, but all he said
was that I needed some alone time to get my priorities straight. I’d been laying on
the couch, listening to music when she ran up and started licking my face. I almost
felt a little better then, but it only meant she was trapped here with me. We played
games that I barely enjoyed as I tried to keep her entertained, doing my best to
potty-train her to use the puppy pads until I could take her outside again.
Having a puppy was actually a lot more exhausting than I thought it was going to
be. Camaro kept me busy most of the time with her attention neediness, and when
she did finally hunker down to sleep on my lap or at my legs, I couldn’t help but
follow suit.
Darren was still checking my bite wound, redressing it every day with fresh
gauze and making sure I took my antibiotics. I wasn’t allowed pain meds anymore,
though—another part of my punishment. It seemed to be healing, and the stitches
were holding up fine, but I had a feeling the bite was going to scar, and Darren was
not happy about that.
When the third day came, I was allowed to go to the gym in the basement to
work out. Accompanied by my guards, whose names I didn’t bother to learn this
time, I was escorted to the gym that contained not a single occupant. It was all to
myself. After plugging my headphones in, I practiced some yoga rather than beat
the shit out of a punching bag like I usually would. My arm was still too sore to
handle the pressure of my punches, so I decided to work my legs and core instead. I
still felt lethargic with depression, but I hoped stretching my limbs would help. It
didn’t.
On the fourth day, I was finally allowed to wander the house and again and spent
some time in the sunroom with Camaro. I tried to teach her some tricks with the
limited amount of treats I had, and eventually, she was able to sit on command.
Getting her to roll over was another story.
It was annoying that I only had so much daylight before the sun went down and
shadowed the mountains in the night. At least the sky was something to behold
with the millions of stars out on display every night.
Even though Christmas was officially over, I still had Christmas music playing in
the background. But something really funny happened to Camaro when “O Holy
Night” by Jackie Evancho came
