Chapter 45 - FORTY FIVE

Chapter 45: Chapter FORTY FIVE

TRIGGER WARNING: HEAVY CONTENT AND VIOLENCE. PROCEED WITH CAUTION!!!

ANGEL

I didn’t bother resisting, I allowed the flimsy fabric to drop to the floor, pooling around my feet like a puddle.

My naked body was completely exposed under the harsh red lights. They hummed above me, low and constant, turning my skin into something that didn’t look like mine.

Damien’s eyes leered over me slowly. Taking in every inch. Owning. His hand reached out, his palm testing the weight of my breasts. Then he fondled. He rolled a nipple with his index finger, and then pinched.

Hard.

I cried out, my other nipple becoming erect in pain when he twisted it as well.

Then, he slapped. Allowing them to jiggle before shoving me forward. Towards the bed.

"You already earned more than a hundred hits. Get on the bed, and stick your ass in the air!"

A hundred hits.

If he used that whip, he was going to make me bleed. Going to tear my skin apart. He was going to kill me by whipping me to death.

"Please...don’t hit me" I looked up at him with tears dribbling down my chin. I was truly sorry now, if I understood earlier that there was no hope, from daddy and the outside world, I would have thought harder about my decision.

Damien’s expression didn’t change from harsh and unforgiving. A hard look that told me he was going to hurt me. A lot. My apology was entertainment to him.

"You keep disobeying. I warned you not to beg."

"Please!" My pleas were averted to a scream when Damien struck as quickly as a snake, grabbing me roughly.

I was firmly secured in his arms despite my pleas and struggles. His body was warm against mine, almost feverish.

He was too strong, dragging me to the terrifying-looking bed.

"I’m sorry, I’m sorry!"

"You’ll be sorry soon!" He threw me down roughly, and I landed face-first onto the mattress.

I tried to crawl away but Damien was faster, he grabbed my ankle, yanking me back easily despite my flailing feet.

I was pinned beneath him, his expression was grim and determined as he used the cuffs to chain my wrists to the bedposts.

The metal bit coldly into my skin.

Then he spread my legs wide apart, securing each ankle to the lower posts.

Leaving me eagle-spread, exposed, and completely helpless to whatever sick intents he had.

He stepped back, his eyes felt like a million hands crawling over my skin, he looked clearly satisfied with his work.

"Don’t whip me, please don’t—"

Damien brushed off the tears from my face with his thumb gently. Almost tenderly.

Then he brought that thumb to his mouth where he licked it clean. He grunted low in his throat like my tears tasted good.

"I told you bad girls get punished. You’ve been naughty, so you will accept the consequences!"

Damien slid off the bed and stood at the edge. He rolled his shoulders. Adjusted his grip on the whip like a man settling into a task he was looking forward to.

"You will count," he said calmly.

I heard the swish of the whip first, and then...

CRACK!

A howl more carnal than anything I’ve ever felt ripped from me.

The pain was immediate. Blinding. Like fire exploding across my thigh.

Before Damien could deliver the next strike, I struggled violently against the cuffs in a desperate attempt to get away from the searing pain that surged from where he brutalized me.

The cuffs cut into my wrists, probably drawing blood. But I couldn’t stop struggling. My body had gone animal — all instinct, no thought, nothing left but the need to get away, get away, get away.

CRACK!

The world spun when the next hit was delivered. Stars burst behind my eyes.

A volcanic fire spread across the flesh of my thigh and I was helpless to douse the pain. Helpless to do anything but feel it. Every nerve I had screamed at once, a chorus of signals all saying the same thing — you are being destroyed.

"You won’t count?" His voice was cold. Like I was disappointing him with my inability to perform through agony.

CRACK!

CRACK!

CRACK!

He was relentless, my body was burning with a roar of searing agony. I couldn’t even count when the fire was constant.

"Stop! Stop!" I screamed into the room. My throat was already getting raw. "Please stop!"

"Count!" His voice boomed above me.

The next swat landed on my stomach. Ruthless. Vicious. My skin felt like it was ripping apart beneath the leather.

"Help!" I screamed louder. "Somebody help me!"

I’d never known pain like this. Never dreamed that this level of pain was even possible. The kind that makes you leave your own body and float somewhere above it, watching, because the girl on the bed couldn’t be you. She couldn’t.

"Nobody," he grunted as the whip came down again, this time across my lower legs, "will save you."

CRACK!

The whip caught the side of my breast. The tender flesh there exploded with pain that made me scream until my voice broke.

"Ten!" I screamed.

"I think you have to start from one, naughty girl," Damien sneered.

Start from the beginning? Was he planning to beat me to death?

CRACK!

This one struck directly between my legs, hitting my pussy with brutal force.

The pain was unlike anything else. Sharp and burning and violating all at once.

Crack! Crack!

Two more in the same spot. Targeting my most sensitive flesh deliberately.

I could feel my pussy swelling. Bruising. The lips felt like they were on fire.

"No more!" I sobbed. "Not there! Please not there!"

"Count!" he demanded again.

But I couldn’t. I was unable to form words. I could barely breathe through the agony. My mouth was open and sounds were coming out but they weren’t words, they weren’t language, they were just noise.

Crack!

Another across my breasts. The whip caught both nipples and I shrieked.

I wanted to escape from this pain. I needed to escape.

I closed my eyes tightly, searching desperately for a memory to hide in.

My birthday. Daddy had hugged me that day. Told me he loved me, and he had kissed my forehead. I tried to stay there. Tried to feel his arms around me, smell his cologne, hear his voice telling me I was safe.

But Damien’s words teased my mind, poisoning the memory. Daddy had given him an extra specific instruction, to hurt me like this.

I was getting hit because of Daddy. He’d wanted me to be treated like this.

The memory turned to ash in my mind, crumbling into nothing. He’d taken even that from me. The one place I could run to — the only shelter I had left — and Damien had burned it down the same way he’d burned down my sanity since he took me. He didn’t just want to hurt my body. He wanted every door inside my head to lead back to him.

My body was forced back to the present. Back to the pain. Back to Damien and his whip.

There was no escape. Not even in my own head. I hated both of them. Damien. And Daddy.

"Your ass is bloody." Damien’s voice sounded almost impressed. "Your thighs too. And look at this—"

I felt his finger touch between my legs. Press against my abused pussy.

I screamed at even that gentle touch. Everything there was too sensitive. Too damaged.

"Your cunt is swollen and bruised. Beautiful." He sounded satisfied. Like he’d painted something. As though I was art he’d made with his own hands. "Count properly if you want it to stop!"

I could feel the wetness now. Feel blood trickling down my thighs. Warm. Sticky. Mixing with other wetness I didn’t want to think about.

"Still not ready to obey?!" he sounded almost impressed. Or maybe challenged.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Three rapid hits. One across my stomach. One on my thigh. One directly on my pussy again.

"One!" I sobbed through the agony.

Damien grunted. Satisfied maybe. Or aroused, I could see his erection straining in his pants. He wanted this. Not just obedience — he wanted the exact moment I chose to break. That was what got him off. My surrender.

He didn’t stop, he showed no mercy.

"Two!"

"Three!"

The hits kept coming. My thighs. My stomach. My breasts. Between my legs.

He was targeting every part of me. Making sure nothing was left unmarked. Every time I moved. Every time I breathed.

My breasts throbbed. My pussy felt like it had been split open. My thighs were nothing but raw burning meat. It hurt. I wanted to die. I wanted to close my eyes and this nightmare would come to and end.

I wanted...

I wanted...

I counted twenty when my body began to convulse, I jerked against the restraints so hard and felt something tear in my shoulder.

Then everything went black.

And I felt nothing at all.