Now…
Jesse Montgomery
THIS IS GOING to hurt. His voice echoes in my head as I try to adjust my body on the frigid ground. He hasn't said another word since he informed me of my upcoming doom. He is going to hurt me, and in a way, I deserve it.
"I'm s-sorry" I murmur between sobs. My body wailing in agony. He answers with a chuckle.
"You will be"
I hear him pulling something out of a bag, the sound of metals clinking causes me to shiver. I don't look up though. I am too exhausted and my arms are screaming from being the only thing holding me up for god knows how long. There is a tingling sensation throbbing through my upper arms, which causes cries to escape my lips. I feel his eyes on me, and I shrink back in both fear and anticipation. This is happening.
"Get up" he demands
I don't move, my body on strike, refusing to obey. I might deserve this, but I am not going to die without a fight, I just can't. I continue to look at the bland concrete, prolonging the enviable. This is going to hurt.
"Cute" he walks up to me and grabs my arm, not gently. I scream in protest and try to get free. I use my other hand and drag them down his forearm. Blood and skin cells coating my finger nails. He snickers at my attempt. I know, cute.
He throws me over his shoulder, and walks out the door. Where is he taking me? I wiggle, trying to make him lose his balance. His hands come down hard on my ass, making me yelp in response. He continues walking towards another room and throws me down in a bathtub. The hard marble abusing my body. He turns on the water, I scream as ice cold water hits my cuts and bruises. My body flailing like a fish out of water trying to avoid the abusive current.
After my lips have turned azure, he turns off the stream and pulls me into his arms. It isn't a lover's embrace. It's a necessity, I couldn't hold myself up if I tried. He half carries, half drags my lifeless body back into my cell. He pulls the chair from the corner and sets me into it. He ties my arms and begins to tie my legs. Fight, Jesse. Fight NOW, my conscience screams.
I bring my head back as he's tying my left leg to the chair and I smash it into his forehead. The room spins, but the attack caught him off guard and I try to break the chair leg with my untied limb. Before I can get out of my confines, he grabs my legs with a growl and ties it with swift motions to the chair. I failed. Blood trickles down my forehead, and Bane looks no worse for wear. Only extremely agitated.
"That was stupid" he pulls a knife from his pocket and brings it to my only remaining sleeve, he slices through it with precision till it falls at my waist, leaving me naked from my belly button up.
"I am going to use and abuse this body, and you're going to love every single part of it, just like the whore you are, and right when you're about to come apart, I will take your pleasure and turn it into pain" he whispers in my ear, "and when you beg to die, I will decide if I am merciful or, let's say, drawn out on your ending" he growls.
He stares at my bare chest, and he moans in approval. Glad you like it. He leans in closer and licks the blood on my forehead. Running his calloused fingers down my cheek, when he finds my neck and grabs hold, he forces my eyes to his. He smooths his other down my shoulders towards my breast. A hand cups the flesh as his thumb rubs circles around my harden nub. I try to bite back a moan, warmth pulsing at my core. I am wet.
"You still respond to me; it is such a waste." he growls.
He uses the knife to rid my body of the rest of my coverage. His hand comes down and slaps my swollen nipple with such harshness, my teeth dig into my lip to hold back the sound of my arousal. He steps back and grabs something else out of the bag. I hear something smacking the ground, with a swooshing sound following each crack. Is that a whip?
He slithers around the chair and puts both hands on each side of my body, caging me in. I look at his right hand holding the whip. My eyes widen. It has a wooden handle and multiple strips wrapped in eloquent leather.
Noticing my curiosity, he raises an eyebrow and speaks with a mixture of domination and lust "It's a flogger", he smirks.
"It can bring pleasure or pain" he spoke with a husky growl. "I decide what you get, I am in control"
Stepping back, he brings the flogger into the air and carries it down on my right thigh almost softly. The slight pain arousing. A whimper escapes my lips, my body already brought to perfect submission.
"Pleasure" he husks.
Then he brings it down much harder, leaving raised slashes on my thigh. I bellow in pain. My vision getting blurry either from tears or pain, probably both.
"Pain" he confirms.
"Both work together, now count" he demands.
I must have looked confused, because he shakes his head and sighs in frustration. Stupid me.
"Count. The. Strikes" he snarls impatiently. He brings the flogger down on my right leg, harder than the left.
"O-one" I stutter.
Crack.
"Two" I cry
Crack. Crack.
"Three, F-four", a wet substance trickles down my leg. Blood.
He drops the device and kneels in front of me, allowing me time to catch my breath. My body is confused on what is happening. I shouldn't be enjoying this. He pushes my knees apart and brings his hand to my throbbing pussy, he rubs the sensitive nerves between my legs. I raise my hips to meet his ministrations. Slowly, his thumb rubs torturous circles on my hardened clit, giving the pleasure in pain. I start to come apart, when he stops with a smirk. Leaving me breathless to grab the flogger from the ground.
His eyes almost soft, he looks at me one last time before anger takes over his features. He strikes my flesh, one after another. Each attack getting firmer and more painful. He forgets to make me count after so many strangled attempts. He is lost in subspace. I am lost in anguish and lustful confusion. Not caring or noticing my cries. I howl for him to stop but he is gone. The abuse comes repeatedly, without mercy. This is going to hurt. But was I supposed to like the pain.
"PLEASE, stop" I cry. The fear of the situation making it hard to breathe, "I c-can't breathe, please" hyperventilating. Praying he will see I have had enough.
He stops, out of breath, and I hear his pained whisper "You deserve this, and more" the sight of concern etched into his eyes. That is the last thing I see as I lose consciousness and all I feel is bleak cold nothingness.
✽ ✽ ✽
Then…
Franco pushes me over to Bane, and I stumble, but Bane’s arms wrap around me, stopping me from falling.
Father and his two goons, one being my new brother, point their guns at us. This is it. Bane pulls me closer to him, and whispers in my ear, “When I say run, you run”. I nod.
I’m terrified. I knew it wouldn’t take father long to search for me, and he wouldn’t be happy, but didn’t think he would find me this fast. I watch as his hand goes to his hip and with emanate speed he pulls a pistol from the back of his jeans, and shoots Franco in the head. Father and Travis both freeze at the sudden events. He falls with a thump.
“Run!!”
I take off as fast as I can and run to the truck. I hear gunfire from behind, but I don’t stop. Please be okay. I get to the truck and fumble for the keys. I start it up and notice I don’t hear gunfire anymore. All I hear is my erratic breathing. My shaky hands go to turn on the headlights. The beam falls on the scene and notice Travis is gone. I don’t know if he is dead or if he ran. Father and Bane are in a standoff, both guns pointed at each other’s head.
“Jesse, get out the car” my father orders
“Stay where you are” Bane yells.
“I could blow his head off princess”
“Not before I take you with me, asshole” Bane counters.
With a quickness Bane gets down and kicks my father’s legs out from under him, but not before a bullet rips through his shoulder.
“No” I yell as he falls to ground.
My father laughs and gets his footing. He stands over Bane, ready for the kill. Without thinking I put the truck in gear, and drive the truck in my father’s direction. A flash of shock appears in his eyes. Before I feel the thump of his body underneath the tires, I say a silent prayer that Bane was far enough away. The sound of his body crushing underneath the tire will be imbedded in my memory forever. I let out a squeal and slam on the breaks.
“Bane, Bane, Bane” I scream as I get out of the car, “Where are you.” Not seeing him anywhere. I hear a grunt and look behind the cement support, he is on the floor, blood coating his arm. He must have rolled out of the way when he saw me speeding for my father.
I fall to the floor and grab Bane in my arms. I almost lost him again, and my heart can’t take losing him again.
“Why do you always try to leave me” I criticize.
“You should know by now, you terrify the shit out of me” he grunts.
Without thinking about it, I bring my lips down on to his. He is shocked at first, he stares at me not sure what to do, then his lips move with mine and a moan escapes his lips. His uninjured hand cups the back of my neck. He returns every motion. His tongue mixing with mine. Both of us getting lost in each other caresses. Soft but eager. He grunts in pain, but smiles into my lips.
“I should kick your ass, you almost killed me” he teases. Our foreheads touching. His breath fanning my lips.
“Shut up, I saved your ass”.
I just killed my father, but I feel nothing. No remorse, no sadness, just pure emptiness. Bane is alive that is all that matters.
“Let’s get out of here, asshole” I chuckle.
Before we have a chance to move, the sound of someone coughing stops us in our tracks. Bane puts his hand up to stop me from moving towards the sound, wanting to check it out first.
He peeks over the barrier, “its Travis, he is shot”
He pulls his gun up to end him when I rush to his side, “No, let him live. Please.”
“He will come after you”
“He is my brother, he has his face”
Bane looks at Travis, a sneer plastered on his face.
“You come near her, I see your face, I will end you. Don’t test me. She saved your ass, don’t waste it on calling my bluff”