Hurts, pain, burning searing pain.

There has never been a time in my life where I actually wished I didn't exist.

Until now.

All I could feel at this moment was pain, horrendous burning pain and really it was a wonder I haven't fallen over either put cold or straight up dead. My body was shaking, and I was sure I was still fucking bleeding but here I was still, on my hands and knees, just being tortured further.

Alex wasn't lying when he told me it wasn't over...

“Now here's what you're going to do or else I'll throw your useless, bloody body outside and you can hope you're not dead in the morning.” Alex growled, still looming over me from my place on the floor.

It's not like I had the strength to really get back up, even though I really wanted to so I could punch the fucking smirk off face.

“In the kitchen I have a bucket full of water and soap along with a brush. You're going to scrub every hard wood floor in the house, a.k.a the kitchen, in here, the bathrooms, and the halls, by hand. If you so much as stop, get more blood on my floor, or complain, it's out the fucking door. Got it?”

So, here I was, hours later, just barely finishing up the last hall way. Not only was I supposed to clean the floors, but dry them too, so instead of a brush giving me a sore wrist, it was just a towel, making me wish it was strong enough to strangle my 'master' until the life left his eyes.

Once I was sure that this was definitely the last place to clean, and that I hadn't bled anywhere nor left a wet spot, I managed to get back on my feet. Leaning against the wall with one hand, it took everything in me not to just fall back to the floor. Just fall and be thrown out and probably die out in the cold night.

Slowly walking back down the hall, eyes trained on one particular door, I just hoped that this would all be over. That I can happily go to bed on a shitty cot and pretend this wasn't my life now. That I didn't just quietly surrender earlier, doing as I was told without a single comment or hesitation. That I didn't find it worth fighting anymore.

“When you're done, get me in my study. I got work to do too, I should be awake. First door in the left hall.” He explained, before giving me a serious look. “Knock first. Don't just barge in, knock.”

I was a little tempted to just open the door, just do what I want anyway, but at the same time it wasn't really what I wanted to do. All I wanted was for everything about this to be over. For once I actually was wishing to be locked up in that room. At least there's a bed.

With that thought I slowly knocked on the door, struggling to stand up right as I stepped away from it a bit. I didn't want to be in close proximity to him. But without the support of a frame or wall, I was left slightly hunched over, trying not to think about how being huddled was stretching my back and thus the various wounds on it as well. I think I waited for maybe a minutes before the door was slowly opened, Alex peeking part of his body through, as though I wasn't allowed to look inside. What's he hiding in there, a body?

“You done?” He asked, I just nodded quietly. “Hang on.”

He closed the door again, there was a few minutes of shuffling before he appeared again, walking out and locking the door.

“I'm going to check and make sure you actually did it,” he explained, looking me up and down. “While you go shower, you smell like garbage and blood.”

Well gosh, I wonder why?

That's what I wanted to say, but I must have frowned or something cause Alex's expression turned hard.

“Got something to say?” He challenged, and I carefully thought around my thoughts before answering.
“Can't I just go to my room?”
“No, wash up.” He demanded, walking passed me. “Use the bathroom upstairs, don't touch anything that isn't soap.”

I watched him leave, looking down at the floor as he went and disappeared into the kitchen. I sighed and slowly made my way to and up the stairs, needing to rest at the top before I passed out in pain. Once I felt like moving, I shuffled to the bathroom and looked around. I knew how to work a shower, kind of, my last experience wasn't too great. It was during my 'boot camp' with Pete.

“Now turn this to turn it on,” Pete explained, moving the handle in the tub. “The further right you go, the hotter it gets. Now if your master needs you to start it for him before waking-”
“Why doesn't he do it?” I had asked, rolling my eyes. “He has arms.”

Let's just say it that lesson ended with me being shoved into the tiled wall with very hot water being sprayed onto me while the two hybrids had laughed. Frowning at the memory I slowly turned the knob, making it only about half way before switching it to shower. Once it was running properl, I closed the curtain, knowing that if water got everywhere, I'd probably be the one to clean it up.

Making sure the door was locked, I undressed slowly, literally peeling away what was let of my shirt. It was painful, and I whimpered a lot but soon the bloody material was gone. Next I took off my pants and boxers, pushing everything to the corner near the door. Turning to look at the shower, I almost thought about just letting it run for a bit and making a break for it to my room. The water and soap was only going to irritate my injuries, I'm sure of it.

Then again, maybe that's why he wants me in there.

“I don't hear you actually showering!” The devil himself yells from downstairs, successfully making me jump. “Don't waste my water!”

Rolling my eyes, I just took a deep breath, sucked it up, and dipped into the shower.

Then nearly screamed when I turned around from the water hitting my face, cause holy shit this hurt.

Figuring the sooner I finished shower, the sooner this torture would be over, I looked for the soaps. There was about six different bottles in here and really I still had no idea what to use for sure. Picking up one, I read 'conditioner' and then the instructions on the back. It was hair soap.

Following the instructions I quickly lathered it through my hair as best as I could and rinsed it out almost just as quick, whining as the soapy water ran down my back. The next bottle I grabbed was 'shampoo' more hair soap. Why do you need so much hair soap? Setting that back down I grabbed a metal one, it was for shaving. Okay no, don't need that.

The bigger one I picked up was 'Vanilla Body Moisturizing Soap.' Fancy.

Avoiding my back at all costs, I scrubbed this stuff everywhere, wondering how the hell you were supposed to make the bottle last when it rinsed right off your hands nearly right away. It took ten squirts just for me to manage to get it on most of my body.

Eventually I felt like I was clean enough and the water wasn't a weird murky brownish red color on the floor anymore, really so I shut off the water and opened the curtain. Shivering a bit, I wondered what I was expected to do next. He said not to touch any but the soap, but then how did I get dry? Figuring it was stupid to continue to debate this, I just snagged a towel anyway and started wiping myself off.

I was trying to squeeze out most of the water from my hair when there was a knock at the door.

“Done yet?” Alex's voice rang through the door.
“I'm just...drying off?” I answered back, rubbing the towel over my hair one last time before letting it hang back on the bar I got it from.
“Good, go to your room when you're done in there.”

I didn't move until his footsteps had faded and I was for sure alone. Sighing, I just picked up my boxers and tugged them on again, picking up the rest of my clothes figuring I would store them in my room for now. Didn't want to leave a mess to get yelled at and possibly beat for tomorrow...

Oh God, what was happening to me?

Stepping out of the bathroom, I hurried towards my room. Once I was at the door, I almost cried at the thought of finally sleeping when that damn hybrid's voice sounded a again.

“What the fuck are you doing?” He asked, I turned to see him just down the hall.
“Going to my room.” I stated, confused.
“Why do you have those clothes with you? And why didn't you comb your hair?” He asked, crossing his arms and coming closer.
“Uhh,” I looked down at the material in my hands. “I didn't think you'd want me to leave them in the bathroom?”
“I was going to throw them out,” He explained, ripping them from me. “And your hair?”
“Um.”
“Well?” He snapped.
“What's a comb.” I blurted out, shrinking away.
“Oh...Oh my God, you fucking- Hang on.”

He headed back towards the bathroom, dropping the clothes on the floor and disappearing into it. Coming back out with some spiny thing in his hand, he came back and opened my bedroom door, mumbling something that vaguely sounded like insults.

“Get in and sit on the floor by your bed, I'll show you how to fix that mess you call hair.” He commanded, frowning. “And after this you're going to bed and it won't happen again, got it?”

Notes

Hey look I updated fairly quickly this time, eh? Ehh?

And look Alex can be semi decent.

Okay no he can't he seriously thinks Jack is the stupidest being alive right now, but come Lex it's not his fault. You idiot.

Also there may be a bit of a time jump next time, I'll be sure to explain it.

Leave me nice comments please? Tell me if this story is doing well or if there's anything I can change?