The belt came down again.
And I cried out. Again. I didn’t know how long or how many strikes it had been.
Only thing I could focus on was his belt and my screams.
Tears spilled from my eyes as my body convulsed under the force of the blow. Despite the desperate will to stay strong, I felt the words slipping out. A plea. Weak. I hated myself for it, but it was as though he was forcing it out of me. He liked this-loved the sound of my voice breaking, of my heart crumbling under his hands.
My vision blurred, darkness pressing in at the edges, and I silently prayed for unconsciousness. But it never came. Instead, I was flipped onto my back, my body trembling against the cold sheets. He hovered over me, his hands braced on either side of my head, his pale blue eyes piercing into mine. One hand moved to my jaw, his fingers gripping hard.
“Will you disobey me again?” Low and deep voice blocked my senses.
Tears spilled down my temples, hot against my skin. My chest heaved with ragged breaths. He wanted to play with me, ruin me, and now he expected me to be his little puppet? His toy?
“Every time,” I spat, defiance still burning in my chest, though my voice was shaking. He could kill me, but I refuse to submit again. Not after today.
Pale blue eyes darkened to midnight blue, and I braced myself, fully expecting him to strike me across the face. But instead, to my surprise, he released me, pushing himself off the bed. I lay there, trembling, naked, unsure of what would happen next. For a moment, I thought he was leaving, that I had somehow won. But then he grabbed his jacket from the chair, pulling something small from its pocket.
My heart raced.
It was a black, velvety box, small enough to be swallowed by his large hand. My stomach twisted with dread, freezing me in place.
He opened the box with a soft click, and my breath hitched. Inside, two small diamond studs glittered innocently, completely out of place in this nightmare. I flinched, instinctively pulling back, but his hand shot out, gripping my chin in a bruising hold.
“Look at them,” he ordered, his voice so calm it was unnerving. I couldn’t stop shaking, couldn’t control the panic clawing its way up my throat.
His thumb brushed over my trembling lips, and he leaned in, cradling my face like I was something precious. His touch sent ice down my spine. “You’re so fucking stubborn,” he muttered, more to himself than to me. “But I’ll fix that.”
I tried to move my head, to look away from the diamonds, but his grip tightened. My heart pounded in my ears, drowning out everything but the fear. I could feel the sickening twist in my gut, knowing that whatever came next was going to shatter me.
“Don’t flinch,” he whispered, leaning in so close that his breath brushed my ear. “I hate it when you fucking flinch.” His tone was low, laced with a deadly edge that made my skin crawl.
I swallowed thickly, the tears still sliding down my cheeks as I stared, wide-eyed, at the diamonds. He moved the box closer to my face, letting the light catch on the stones.
They were beautiful, something I’d save money for to buy later.
“Pretty, right?” His voice turned soft, like he was talking to a child. “I was going to be nice, you know? But you had to fucking push me.” He tilted his head, his lips curling into a twisted smirk.
My pulse spiked as his free hand cupped my cheek, his fingers surprisingly gentle despite the madness flickering in his eyes. “Do you know why I’m doing this?” he asked, his voice dropping to a dangerous murmur. “Because I own you. Every scream, every fucking tear-you belong to me.”
His thumb caressed my cheek as he pressed the box against my chest. “Say thank you,” he hissed. “Fucking say it.”
I choked, my voice barely a whisper. “T-thank you…”
His grip softened for a second, and I let out a breath, thinking maybe, just maybe, it was over. But then, his laugh-low and cold-cut through the room like a blade.
“You’re so fucking weak,” he sneered and released my face abruptly, watching me with a sick kind of satisfaction as I lay there, completely frozen under his gaze.
He dangled the diamond studs in front of me, watching me tremble beneath him. My ears weren’t pierced, and a flicker of confusion crossed my face, but before I could ask, his lips curled into a wicked smile.
“That’s not for your ears, little bird,” he murmured, his voice deceptively soft, like a predator toying with its prey. “They’re for your nipples.”
The room seemed to tilt as his words sank in, and I froze, my breath catching in my throat. His hand reached toward the drawer I never dared to open. The one that had always sat there, looming like a quiet threat. My heart pounded so loudly in my chest that I could barely hear the soft creak of the drawer sliding open.
When he turned back, he was holding a piercing tool-sharp, cold, and terrifyingly real.
“No…” The word escaped me in a broken whisper, my body trembling, tears already spilling down my cheeks. I tried to move, to curl away from him, but his strong hands gripped my ankles and pulled me down the bed before pinning me down.
I thrashed. “No, please! Not this!”
His pale blue eyes glimmered with something dark, something twisted as he grasped my cheeks and squeezed them painfully. “Shh, little bird. Don’t struggle. You’ll make it worse for yourself,” his voice was eerily calm, like this was just another part of the game. “That’s a little gift from me. You’d accept it, don’t you?”
I shook my head. What was he thinking? I never could read him. He was so unpredictable and dangerous I even wishe stop jump from the window to escape this psycho.
He leaned over me and his lips brushed my ear. His heat engulfed me. “And I’ll love knowing that every time those pretty little diamonds press against your soft tits, you’ll think of me.”
The piercing needle hovered over my chest, and I whimpered, my hands were tied and I could barely move as he trapped my legs with his thick thighs and one hand grasped my throats. My chest heaved as I tried to pull away. But his weight on me was crushing, his strength was insurmountable. He grabbed my breast roughly, positioning the tool over my nipple.
I froze. Afraid if I move he’d pierce my skin. All I could do was lie there helplessly and cry.
“Please,” I begged and this time, my voice broke, the tears fell faster now. I could feel my body quaking beneath him, a mix of terror and hopelessness choking me. “Please don’t-”
His hand squeezed harder, silencing me. “You like to disobey, don’t you?” he growled. “Maybe this will teach you a fucking lesson. Maybe this will remind you who’s in control.” His eyes darkened as his fingers tightened around the tool, lining it up with cruel precision.
I screamed as the sharp metal pierced through me, pain exploding in my chest, sending shockwaves of agony through my body. The sound of it made my stomach twist, a horrible, wet snap as it tore through my flesh. The white-hot pain made me sob, my cries loud and desperate.
But he didn’t stop.
He pierced the second one just as brutally, his hand steady and unfeeling while I writhed beneath him. The pain was unbearable, a raw, searing burn that left me shaking, gasping for air between sobs.
“Look at you,” he sneered, admiring his work as he carefully threaded the diamond studs into place, each touch making me wince, my body still thrumming with pain. “Perfect. Absolutely fucking perfect.”
It felt so uncomfortable and painful that all I wanted to do was die.
He leaned down, his lips brushed against my trembling and erect nipples. “Every time you look at yourself, you’ll see these,” he whispered, his voice a low, possessive growl. “Every time they ache, every time you cry-remember who did this to you. You’ll never forget, little bird. You’ll never escape me.”
I couldn’t speak, couldn’t even think through the haze of pain. All I could do was cry, my tears soaking the pillow beneath me as he admired his twisted handiwork. He cradled my face, wiping a tear away with his thumb.
“Good girl,” he whispered, almost tenderly, but the malice in his eyes was unmistakable. “Now let’s get to the real punishment.”