CHAPTER TWENTY
HOPE
When I awake it’s to the sound of the door opening. I feel warmer almost and I can feel the roughness of something against my skin. It’s soft but hard not giving away much comfort but it is better than nothing. Zac gave it to me, I’m sure it was him. I was half in and out of sleep from my beating, hungry when he put it around me, but I knew it was him. Why he did it I have no idea, but I like that he did. He is different and the blanket is the proof and I managed to go back to sleep with no dreams to haunt me. He shielded me away from everything, from my dreams, from the real world and I was mesmerised by how he could do it.
Why he did it.
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Light beamed through the darkness and as I look up I can see the figure by the door way and I find myself hoping that it will be Zac but my heart sinks as Mark comes into view.
“We have a fun day planned for you today, my love.” There’s those words again, myself hoping that it will be Zac but my heart sinks as Mark comes into view.
“W... W..What?” He looks at me like I’m an idiot and I just want to shield away from his angry eyes. He bends down and takes my chin within his thumb and forefinger, forcing my head back just the way he likes it, my neck stretched close to my back.
“You’re going to enjoy this.” He says in my ear before poking his tongue out and licking it up my neck to the lobe of my ear, then taking the lobe in his mouth and biting down. As he pulls away he takes my lobe with him, a smile lifting at the corner of his lips when I give away a small scream at the pain. There’s more pain as he releases me but I notice as his body turns toward the door.
“I think we’re ready now.” He says to the open room as I feel my body start to grow hotter and then I see him in the doorway. I see Zac rolling through a table and although that makes my heart stop I can’t deny that he’s like a breath of fresh air for only a moment and I try to shout at him for help with my eyes. He looks straight into me, begging me to understand. Understand what I have no idea as my body grows hotter and then starts to cool again.
Is this the same effect or something different? It doesn’t seem to have the same effect on my body as last time but what do I know. Last time my body acted like this I was betrayed.
“Are we really going to do this?” I look up at them abruptly as Zac’s words echo around me.
What are they going to do to me? I don’t think I can take much more pain. I’m trying to be strong but I can feel myself lose my will the longer I am forced to stay here. I want to go home.
Please just let me go home.
“This is what Dad thinks is the best way to train her. Anyway, we have just under a month for it to work and if it doesn’t I’m sure we all know her new owner will beat it into her. Now help me take her to the table.”
My body is starting to feel like it’s not a part of me. It’s my body but the act of control is no longer my own, so as Mark and Zac pick me up I can’t fight them off. They put me on the table, Zac more gently than Mark, and they start to cuff me to the four corners. I’ve lost all control and I’m helpless as they put me where they want me, spread-eagled waiting for whenever they want me. At this moment they really have made me a slave to their desires and sickness rears its head again. Once they are satisfied I’m secure I test my bonds and there is hardly any give. They have me tethered tight with no forgiveness, spread wide so they can do whatever they want to me. My heart tries to break through the bones of my chest and everything screams with the fright of not knowing what they intend to do today. I say they, them, but I know it’s Mark, he’s the twisted devil who likes to inflict this nightmare on me. Zac is no devil, he helps but I don’t think he really means it, I can see it in his eyes as he looks at me, when he looks at Mark or Marco with such hatred it could break down all the walls around me into a cloud of dust. I close my eyes tight thinking it may help to take me away, but I can still hear them, I can still feel the cold embrace of the table as it engulfs me within its hard coldness.
“Open your eyes, slave.”
Mark says as he takes my chin and forces it from side to side, banging the side of my face against the table. Tears want to spill through my closed lids, but he keeps doing it. A headache starts to take hold of my head and all I want to do is scream at him to leave me alone. Let me go home.
“Open your fucking eyes, slave.” He starts forcing my head to bang against the table even more and I lose control and open my eyes.
“You can be a good slave when you want to.” My face stays on the left side, I don’t want to look at him and as if he can read my mind he puts his rough hand on the side of my face that’s on show to him and pushes me. He pushes my face more into the metal, I can feel my face bruising, the bones of my cheekbones and nose cracking under the strain. He suddenly eases off, his fingers still on my chin as he forces the whole of my head to be laid flat on the table so he can see my full face. My breathing becomes harder to control as he steps away from me to pick something up. I can’t really see what it is except the colour blue as he keeps it within his grasp. He places his arm behind his back as he steps forward so I can’t see it.
“Are you ready for some fun?”
“You don’t have to do this Mark. Please.”
“But I do. You just don’t get it.” He taps my face almost looking apologetic. Lies, all lies.
“What do you mean?” He starts laughing as if I’m stupid, but I guess in his eyes I am, I’m not in with his little joke.
“All I ever heard when I grew up was about your fucking family.” He manages to say through his laughter before he suddenly stops looking over me to the other end of the room.
“Let’s get this started even to just shut her the fuck up.” Oh God, please don’t let him do whatever it is he has planned. I try fighting at the bonds but there is no give and it only makes Mark laugh harder again.
“You can’t get away so don’t even bother tiring yourself trying. The next few hours are going to be tiring enough for you.” He laughs again as he brings his arm in front of him and I can see the blue in his hand as he reaches it toward my core. It almost looks like a butterfly shape with black straps dangling through his fingers as I sense Zac beside me. Mark places the butterfly over my core and I take a deep breath as he adjusts it around me, rubbing against my clit. After a few moments he has it where he wants it and I feel both his and Zac’s cold fingers as they tie the straps around my waist and my thighs. Warmth floods through me as their fingers leave me and I look over to my right to see Zac just watching me with eyes that say he has no idea what is about to happen but he’s sorry, he’s sorry for all of it and my heart feels something so much different from pain. I can’t think what it means as my eyes are drawn back to Mark as he holds something in the air that he obviously wants me to look at.
“Do you know what this is?” He asks, waving it in front of my face like a trophy and I just gently shake my head so as not to aggravate the headache that wants to take control of my brain.
“Answer me, slave.” I close my eyes and shake my head again. His hand works too fast and before I can brace myself I feel his palm against the side of my face. It’s already hurting from his attack a moment earlier and now it feels like that side of my face has ballooned to double, triple its size. I would have thought I would be used to the pain he likes to inflict but each new attack feels like the first, it feels just as shocking, just as painful as the first time he struck at me. I loved him, I thought he loved me in return but if this has taught me anything it is not to trust anybody. The only people I can trust are my family. How stupid have I been, I was safe, well-loved and I left it all just to prove my worth within my own family. I didn’t have to prove myself to anyone, only myself but I have to get myself out of this first. It is hopeless now. There is no way out, if my family were going to save me they would have done it by now. It would appear I am in this for the long haul. My stomach recoils as my blood flows through my veins at a faster rate. Too much oxygen is in my body and I can feel myself grow faint.
“Are you ready to answer me now you little bitch?” He says in my ear and as a parting gift as he leaves my proximity he spits in my face. I can feel his warm saliva trickle down my check and the disgust at myself for ever loving this, this so-called man, wants to break free and smash it in his face.
“I..I..I don’t know.” I manage to say through the tears that want to freefall from my eyes. He bends down and pulls my face to the side so I have to look at him.
“My poor, poor naive little slave.” He rubs his nose along my cheek wiping away my tears as he does it. His breath is warm against my skin and almost friendly in this gesture, but I know this is just a trick. What does he have planned?
“Shall I explain it to you, my love?” I shake my head. I don’t want to know, I don’t want to know anything to do with this man. Not anymore anyway. He pulls at my hair, forcing my head back a little but cuffed to the table he can’t force my head back too much. I don’t know whether to be grateful or not.
“You should talk to your master when he asks you question, like a good little slave.” This time he sticks out his tongue and licks up the side of my face mixing more of my tears with his saliva.
“Y...Y..Yes M..Master.” The words still sound like poison on my tongue and like a naughty child I want to rebel against my teacher. Oh God, I really want to rebel, but the thought of the repercussions keeps my meddling thoughts at bay.
“This little box is a remote control and I’m going to have lots of fun with it.” He drags his fingers along my face.