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The first blow was so sudden, she didn't have the time to protect herself. Only on the second blow did she put her arms up to protect her face, curling inward into a small ball to avoid getting hit to vital organs. Even so, every single blow was painful. One more than the other.
She drew pained breath after pained breath, almost suffocating under the biting pain of the belt. Welts appeared on her arms and her legs, but it was her back that took the brunt of it.
Blow after blow, he hit her across her back and lower, down to her ass.
He hit her so hard, she knew the skin had broken, blood pooling to the surface.
He hit her so goddamn hard, it was becoming harder and harder to maintain her consciousness.
The pain… The pain was just too much.
It was a hardship to even blink even though the tears wouldn't stop leaking from her eyes.
Yet in all this time, she didn't make a sound.
She didn't cry. She didn't yell. She didn't yelp in pain.
She bit her tongue until blood flooded her mouth, but she would not give him the satisfaction of hearing her beg for mercy. Not when she realized it was what he wanted.
"Are you going to talk back again?" He asked as he swung the belt back before using all his strength to strike again. The metal buckle was oriented towards her this time, and Noelle was unprepared for that cruel kind of pain—the type that made her moan in distress, a low, pitiful cry that she barely managed to contain.
"Let's see if you talk back again when you can't move for a fucking week," Sergio continued. "Because of you, I missed the timing. I missed the fucking time," he yelled a minute later, redoubling his efforts to hurt her.
Noelle tried to crawl away from him, but he wouldn't let her. He simply followed, striking her with the belt across her back until there was not one inch of flesh that remained untouched—not one inch that didn't bleed.
The material of her dress was soaked at this point, blood seeping through and flowing freely down her body.
She was so sticky from the viscous substance, she was horrified to think just how badly he'd hurt her…
It felt like an eternity later that he finally stopped. When she could no longer move.
He was breathing hard, his chest rising and falling from the exertion of beating his new wife half to death.
Noelle lay on the ground, blood slowly trickling down her forehead and getting in her eyes.
Oh…he hit me in the head too…
She no longer had the strength to be surprised by it.
She just lay there, unmoving, as her entire life flashed before her eyes.
She saw the good, and the bad. But more than anything she saw the missed opportunities.
Blue… Would he remember her?
Did he miss her? Was he curious why she never showed up for their date?
Would he…mourn her?
A whizzing sound escaped her lips, half-cry, half-moan, as the anguish in her breast became stronger than the pain of her flesh.
I love you, Blue. I'm sorry I wasn't stronger…
Was she dying? She didn't know, but the odds were not in her favor.
More than ever she was aware she was purely on her own and no one cared one whit what happened to her.
If she died right this moment, she had no doubt Sergio and the others would make it look like an accident and no one would be the wiser.
