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When we reach the stairs, he doesn’t stop, and each bump of the step causes my head to bang against the hard wood. I twist onto my stomach, attempting to reach out to grab the railing, but Saint pulls me roughly, and I let go, afraid he’ll tear me into two.
When I’m at the bottom of the stairs, he lets me go, roaring loudly and punching what sounds like the wall. I immediately scamper for the lounge, curling my knees toward my chest as I sob hysterically, rocking. Saint slams the first-aid kit into the Russian’s chest, screaming in Russian.
I assume he’s just told him what I’ve done.
The Russian snarls, advancing forward with his fist raised. I cower, whimpering, awaiting the blow. But it never comes.
“Don’t you fucking touch her!” Saint bellows. I’m too lost to even digest why that is.
Footsteps dart up the stairs, and all I can think is what comes next.
My body is vibrating violently, and my sobs are robbing me of breath. This is it. He’s finally going to kill me. For a split second, I believed I had actually done it. That I was free.
“I have tried to be nice, ?????, so why do you force my hand? Do you want me to chain you up like a dog? Is that it?”
I just weep in response.
I can hear him pacing, clearly grappling with what to do next. “Kneel,” he finally commands.
I’m too broken to object, so I unfold myself and quickly obey.
My eyes are cast downward as I can’t look at him. I’m afraid. His staggered breathing reveals his rage.
“Why won’t you listen? Why won’t you break?” he screams, infuriated. “Don’t you understand…this cruelness is the only kindness I can show you. I can’t deliver you to him with you behaving this way. He will…” He abruptly stops speaking.
It seems he wants to apologize, but I don’t know what he’s seeking absolution for until I hear him unbuckling his belt. I squeeze my eyes shut, shivering, awaiting my punishment.
A hiss slicing through the air is what I hear before I feel him whip me. It still doesn’t prepare me for the agony which has my mouth bursting open, but my scream has gone into hiding, and all that leaves me is a pained grunt.
He strikes me once again, and as the belt comes down across my ass, the impact has my body whiplashing forward. Tears leak from my eyes. “I’m sorry!” I sob, but it’s too late for apologies.
Whack.
Each crack rattles my core.
Spittle and tears coat my face as I choke on my raspy breaths. When he hits me again, it’s across my lower back. “Please stop.” The pain is sharp. The sting is punishing. But I know this is a tickle compared to what Saint could do to me.
“You have to learn.”
Whack.
“You will listen.”
Whack.
He continues whipping me until I can no longer feel my body as I’ve detached myself from this plane. When he hits me across my ass, I slump forward, begging he stops.
“Get up,” he pants, his tone filled with irritation.
But I can’t.
My entire body is broken. “No…more. I’ll be-behave,” I whisper, weeping.
“I wish I could believe you.”
Whack.
It doesn’t matter what position I’m in, Saint won’t stop until he’s satisfied I’ve learned my lesson.
