Discovery

"V?"

I repeat myself-again and again.

"V?"

"V?"

"V?"

Nothing...

I move to the front of her. V's eyes are open-unseeing. I move my hand quickly across her field of vision-she doesn't blink. Her body is rigid-she appears catatonic. She's in the room physically but her mind is not in the moment. Tears are welling-no sobbing just a pairs of tears, mournfully trailing down each cheek.

I reach for the bottled water, the French brand-more expensive per bottle than my favorite micro brew and spray her face with the water.

She blinks repeatedly-her breaths increasing in frequency. She's comimg back-slowly but returning to the moment.

I release her from the wrist cuffs and the spreader bar and she sinks, slowly to the mattress. I place a pillow under her head, lay next to her and hold her close-tenderly stroking her back for long moments.

"I'm sorry B."

"Were you abused as a child?"

"Yes."

I wait-not speaking-knowing that at some point she'll need to fill the silence.

"My father was, no, still is a doctor. A powerful man. I tried to please him. I became a competitive swimmer, at one point the best in the state on the high school level."

I say nothing-continuing to hold her.

The silence remains-after nearly twenty minutes I ask her if I can remove the plug? I add more lube and gently withdraw it.

The dam breaks-the tears return-sobbing she tells me how he used to avoid her cunt and preferred forcing his cock into her ass, forcing his body onto hers-so heavy at times she was unable to breathe, her swimming training allowing her to grab air at various times and preventing her from passing out.

The scene is over.

"I'm so sorry V."

I dress her slowly. She reacts to my sliding her sweats back on like a docile four year old. I gather everything back into the gear bag as she lays in the fetal position on the bed. I open the door to the room, propping it open so I can place the bag back in the trunk of the car and at the same time, remaining in eye contact with her at all times. I start the car, open the door on the passenger side and let it warm up as I return to take her in my arms and place her in the warm leather bucket seat.

We drive off into the night, she cuddling against me as I process what has just occurred and what it is we'll need to talk about...