Page 150 of Retribution

“This one seems just fine,” I mutter.

“So smug, and yet…” Ophelia pulls out a hose from her pocket and shoves it into my mouth.

I struggle to move my head, but a strong hand pushes my face down onto the ground, and Ophelia’s eyes flick over my head for a moment before smirking.

“Such a good girl, always helping your mommy,” she murmurs, duct taping my mouth to keep me from shoving the tube out. “I think your body needs some help detoxing, little whore. I need you to be mindless, feral, angry you aren’t choking on a knot. My men deserve to have you in front of an audience.”

“If we don’t have any money, what will we do, Mommy?” the girl asks in a small voice.

I almost feel sorry that she’s Ophelia’s kid, but I can’t get away from her strong fingers digging into my hair as she holds me down. She cares about how to use people, but doesn’t see them as human.

“We’re going to use Isolde to get money,” Ophelia says, standing with the hose and shoving a funnel into the top. “Try not to die, dear. This isn’t going to feel good. There’s a chemical compound in the water that’ll force you to shit yourself.”

I’m confused as to what she’s talking about when a jug is pushed in Ophelia’s direction. Her daughter has small feet, and I realize I’m beginning to disassociate. This is going to fucking suck.

I don’t know if whatever this is will fuck with what Lucas gave me to drink, but I whisper a prayer in my mind that it won’t.

“Prepare the water for me, Avery, would you?” Ophelia asks.

Avery uncaps the huge bottle while continuing to mash my face down, and I force myself not to hyperventilate. I’m stuck, I can’t move. The only way through this is to survive it.

She’s doing this all within my eyesight on purpose, and I watch helplessly as she pulls something from her pocket and dumps the powder into the water.

“Eh, that was probably three times the recommended amount, Avery, but it’s better to overcompensate than not,” Ophelia shrugs.

I swear on everything within me that I will kill her and her daughter when I’m free. Whatever timeline Ophelia is on, it won’t take long if she’s forcing me to swallow some type of laxative through water boarding.

“Be a doll and tilt her face up, please,” Ophelia says sweetly, making me gag. “Be sure to swallow every drop like a good girl, Isolde.”

Avery squats by my face and turns it upward, her fingers squeezing my skin tightly. Horrified, there’s nothing I can do but watch as Ophelia lifts the heavy bottle of water with a grimace and begins to pour it down the funnel.

“There’s nowhere else for this to go but down the hatch,” she says, shrugging as she watches the water make a glugging sound.

All too quickly, water fills my mouth and I choke from the force of it, shuddering as I try to keep from swallowing it.

“This won’t do,” Avery says in a creepy voice, pinching my nose.

Seconds go by until I’m convulsing and choking, but instinct betrays me yet again as I’m forced to swallow. It fucking burns as it travels down my throat. The heavy wood traps me as much asthe cunt holding me in place, and it’s difficult to inhale even after Avery removes her fingers from pinching my nose.

She sings softly as her mother continues to force the water down the tubing, and I know that tune will haunt me in my dreams. It’s hauntingly beautiful, but the timing is very off.

I’m caught between the drape of the living and the dead as my body forces me to continue to swallow or drown. What’s worse, is when my stomach cramps, and my pupils are blown wide with horror.

I’m laying on the floor with my ass up and legs spread, in an incredibly vulnerable position as Ophelia continues to pour the water through the funnel.

“I think it’s starting to work,” Avery says excitedly as my intestines twist in agony and my stomach begins to complain loudly.

“This’ll be messy,” Ophelia chuckles. “Boys, open the grate behind her!”

Two alphas come in and all I can hear is a metal door of some kind being opened. I vaguely remember there being a large grate there when I was dragged in to allow the water to drain, and all I can imagine is that that’s where my insides are going to explode into.

Screaming doesn’t help as I gurgle and swallow more of the silver tasting water. My asshole squeezes tightly shut as if that’ll help, and Avery continues to hum as she strokes my face.

She’s as fucked up as her mother. The world will be better when I kill her too. It takes me far too long to realize that she’s humming a Disney movie song. “Let it go” is a grotesque choice right now, but shows that she’s sadistic.

“You’ll feel so much better if you let the medicine work,” Avery murmurs. “Come on, all it needs is one…little…push.”

Something pinches my ass and my body jolts. It interrupts my concentration, and I feel my sphincter push out instead ofholding the shit storm inside of me in. Avery gives a sadistic little smile as my body expels everything in a steady stream of liquid diarrhea.