AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Leaving me in pitch darkness that embraced me with pride.
“My Pretty Little Monster has done marvellously for once.”
I tilted my head to one side, the familiar sound only making my lips curl while I slowly —hauntingly —rotated my top half until my eyes could catch a glimpse of the man I didn’t expect to face so soon.
My smile simply grew and my dry, bloody lips cracked at the extensive stretch. I couldn’t stop my eerie grin from taking over my face, especially when my eyes didn’t deceive me. Among the darkness stood the man in question.
My torturer…no…my Master.
“Well, well, well. Look who the tainted brought in,” I sweetly declared. “Are you here to torture me, Master? Even after all I did for you?”
Lifting my arms up to my side, I continued to look back at him in my odd rotated position, my head falling further back as I giggled and gestured around the darkness that surrounded us.
“Can’t you see? Has old age or the poison everyone is gossiping about put you in a coma that has stolen your sight instead?” I suggested. “All these creatures. I killed them all. Destroyed every orb of red. Red like blood. The blood you enjoy watching pool upon the floors of your sacred dungeon, 30 feet below where no one else can see or hear my cries of suffering.”
I giggled again, though the sound wasn’t joyous in the slightest. It was weird, to the point that I couldn’t really describe it with words. It was a sound you’d hear in a horror movie that would leave you with goosebumps while you took your last breaths before death came knocking on your door.
“You have to come back later, Master,” I voiced as if I’d remembered something important. “I have somewhere to be. Somewhere important. Very, very important.”
He looked at me long and hard, as if my words weren’t satisfying in the slightest, which made me shrug as I ended up spinning around. I almost lost my balance, as if my body was overloading and could no longer stand without swaying side to side, but I held my stance while my eerie smile made my very cheeks hurt.
“You’re saying something is more important than I, your Master?” His anger only made me crave the agony of his whip that would scar my flesh like it did on the regular. The mere reminder made my back hurt as if I could feel the remnants of pain that ignited at the striking touch of scorching leather. “You speak of something else instead of acknowledging my praise.”
“You. Praised. Me?” I needed a moment to rewind what was said as if his words were so foreign to my racing brain that I’d overlooked them entirely. “My Pretty Little Monster has done marvellously for once,” I repeated his words. “Oh.”
I needed another ten seconds to absorb his words before I gasped in utter surprise while my eyes were so wide, I wondered if my very eyeballs would pop out of them.
“You. Praised. Me?! I did marvellously. Marvellously. Me. Your pretty little monster,” I gleefully sang in a minor key that further heightened my excitement. “A first. A very first. Will I get a reward for my performance?”
His expression was disapproving, and yet he peered around to ensure we were still alone before he bobbed his head once.
“On one condition.”
“A condition. A pretty condition. What can be so tempting that my Master would be willing to reward me? His pretty little monster?” I hummed and swayed again. My body felt so heavy, but I couldn’t dare miss out on this. I needed to listen to everything he had to say. To experience this newfound change so I could drill it into my memory and evoke more opportunities like this that played in my favor.
“You need to come with me now and leave the valley to Baker.”
“Baker…” The word made me pout. “Favorite son wants to be here? A shame, a shame.” I shook my head. “He never earned my loyalty.”
“Your loyalty is with me,” he emphasized with a low growl.“You belong to me, Lexianne, and you will do what I say.”
His Alpha energy was fierce and did everything it could to force me to submit, but the heaviness of his words made me laugh and spin, my imbalanced steps only making me feel like I was on some sort of ride where the objective was to ensure I didn’t fall off.
“No, no, no. This isn’t right.” I shook my head, which made my hair a mess as the wild strands clung to the side of my drenched face. I was dripping with sweat like I now had a fever that wished to exile me from the realms of life. “Where’s the pain? You deliver pain and then demand. No pain, no demands!”
“I can’t whip you into submission right now,” he grumbled as his eyes further narrowed. “You will listen to me and leave this instant!”
“No,” I dared to say the single word, waiting for him to march over to me and slap me until my face burned from the brutality of his slaps and punches, but the longer I waited,the more I realized that he wasn’t going to punish me the way he’d routinely done for years.
That’s not right…
“Are you a hallucination?” I pondered to myself as I swayed from side to side and tapped my lip with my index finger. “A delusion? A mystery? A savior?” There were so many possibilities in this intense state of insanity, but no way could this be the man who got a sexual high from my pain.
“You know the consequences of disobeying me,” he snarled, but he remained in place, which made me frown as I leaned forward. I almost landed on the ground face first because of how heavy my body felt.
“Whoops,” I began and laughed. “I almost fell. Fell to the ground. The ground I share with an imposter. An imposter! AN IMPOSTER!” I screamed the repeated words as I swayed and managed to point in his direction while my head tilted to the left side in questioning.
“You have no control over me here. Why is that? You stand afar. As if the darkness plagues you with uncertainty, while you’re forced to acknowledge your lack of power. Absence of control. Missing tools to deliver the pain that turns you on,” I voiced and shook my head like I was a malfunctioning robot. “No. No. No. My pain brings you pleasure. My agony excites you to your bones. My suffering makes you smile from ear to ear. Knowing I’m destined to be that man you despise only encourages you to leave me lying in a pool of blood. Where’s my punishment, sir? Where’s the pain and torture? You can’t be real. Nope. Not close. For you are the definition of pain, and it’s not present. It's not here!”
