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If I thought I knew the approach to deal with a psychopath, I didn’t have a clue at all. Pain fed this man. My misery was a treat to him. Every show of discomfort had my Master’s gaze eating me alive. That only led to him having sex with me even more. There was no accidental injury I could fake. There was no hospital if I got wounded. This man’s entire plan was to hurt me. Probably even kill me. That was clear from when he’d nearly broke me in half. I could still barely move days later without pain radiating through me. Did that bother him or make him feel bad about his actions? Did that deter him from going further? Given my current predicament, no.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so beautiful, wife. Are you ready for me to stop?”
The answer wasn’t yes. If I gave in, he won. He may even hurt me worse. I had to keep going. I had to try to keep him neutral. Not satisfied, but not dissatisfied either. Finding that state in him wasn’t going to be easy, especially since hiding my pain was impossible. I already had tears running down my face like a faucet. The good thing was, I hadn’t broken down or begged. I couldn’t give him that.
“A little longer, husband. I deserve it after making you unhappy during lunch.”
“Youcouldhave eaten more.”
“I know. I should have tried harder.”
Lightning-like pain branched over my ass and lower back for what had to have been the hundredth time. Numbness didn’t exist under those tiny barbs. They broke through my skin, stabbing me with each swing of his arm. I couldn’t even see the damage, but the blood was obvious as the heel of my foot slid the smallest amount against my bottom. I thought being strapped to my knees would save me. He’d already gotten my legs the day before. All he was doing was moving up. Tomorrow, I’d be covered in dark purple bruising just like half of me already was.
“Fuck, I want you again. Do you want me, Laura?”
Don’t gag. Don’t gag.
“Of course I do.”
The words barely made themselves free before I gasped from the shock of pain. The air immediately got trapped, and I couldn’t breathe out or even suck air in as I looked down at new slices and beads of blood on my skin. Lights dotted before me, and I jerked against the stocks my arms were trapped in.
“Breathe or you’ll pass out.”
I jerked harder, the darkness growing as air finally flooded in, shocking me. The sob that followed was automatic. Panic was edging in, breaking down the defenses of my need to survive. I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs. To completely go crazy. Sanity was slipping with each new stream of blood. I had to get out of here. I had to figure out what the hell I was going to do.
“Are you finished?”
He licked his lips, stepping forward to trail his finger over the lacerations at my hip. The stinging had me jerking and crying out.
“N-No. One more.”
“One more? Are you sure?” His large hand came up to cup my cheek and jaw. His stare left my eyes, moving down to my lips. In all the days I’d kissed or snuggled him, he’d never returned the affection, but for a moment, I almost thought he’d lean forward to kiss me. It gave me hope. It had me sniffling and nodding.
“One more.”
The Master’s stare lifted, and he stepped back. As I braced myself, I kept my attention on him, waiting. Ready. His arm lifted, and my pulse jumped through the change of his features. They tightened and morphed from pleasure to…something unreadable. My breath caught and held, ready for mangled skin and meat. Straps swung towards me, and nothing registered as they gently slid in the center of my back. Caressing. Tickling. No breaking of skin. No hooking into flesh. I let out a sigh of relief, seizing as agony over my ass instantly caught me off guard. The swing was so hard and fast, I never saw it coming.
“Enough pretending, Laura. Scream. You know you want to. Scream.” He reared back, slapping his hand over my injured ass, putting his face only inches from mine. One excruciating spanking. Two. Three. “Scream!”
But I couldn’t, even if I wanted to. I was too busy trying to catch my breath. Too panicked to continue. For the first time in my life, I felt a flicker of not wanting to go on. Something in unreachable depths broke, giving me glimpse to a son I’d never see. To a life, I’d never live. To freedom…I’d never have. Darkness grew with the tears leaving me, and my body went lax, embracing the quiet calm of a death I’d be lucky to have, but one I knew wouldn’t come. At least not yet.
* * *
“Wake up, Laura. Laura.”I heard the words and growl deep in the distance. For some reason, I couldn’t place the voice, but I knew I didn’t want to return wherever it was. “Laura, open your eyes. You can’t just look at me like that and pass out. Youaskedme to do it.Laura.”
Was that guilt I detected? Laura…was that me? That wasn’t my name, but I felt like maybe…Oh…yes.
It was coming back regardless that I didn’t want it to. My head was being turned back and forth, and I could tell I was laying down on a flat surface. What had happened? Kneeling. Bleeding. Babies.No.
Before I could think of anything else, pain hit me like a tsunami. Hiding wasn’t an option anymore. I came back to reality with a jolt of anguish and enough tears to flood the entire world. My eyes weren’t even opened and yet my cries wouldn’t be denied.
“There we go. See, that wasn’t so bad. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
“W-Wait. W-W-W…” I couldn’t even speak through the pain. My lids cracked open, and what I was met with I wasn’t prepared for. My Master paused in lifting me. His free arm came up, wiping down my face with a wet washcloth. He didn’t speak, but neither could I. Our stares were locked, and the look he wore had my fear momentarily disappearing. It left me in a trance. Time stopped completely as he searched my depths.
“I’ll move slow.” Air brushed against my face, and I hadn’t realized how close he’d gotten to my lips. I blinked through the shock, nodding as he became gentle, lifting me into his arms.
