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I flashed her a satisfied smile. “What do you say,princess?”
A haunted expression filled her eyes, and she dropped them to the cold floor as she whispered her reply. “Thank you,sir.”
19
Willow
The next weekmarked my descent into a hellish world of pain. As promised, Logan took his anger out on my body, punishing me multiple times a day with sadisticrelish.
With a twisted smile on his face, he acquainted me with every item in the cage—all the different types of whips and canes, the paddles, the cattle prod, the clamps, the harnesses, the chains. Every day brought something new and terrifying, and every session brought excruciatingpain.
I bled, bruised, and screamed whenever he was with me. Sometimes I even fainted. When he was gone, I ached and cried, wishing the nightmare would end. I slept and washed myself when I could, but it wasn’t easy with the hard floor and the infrequent buckets ofwater.
That was part of my punishment, too. Restriction of the cruelest kind. Sometimes Logan didn’t feed me or give me anything to drink for a whole day, and then he’d eat a delicious meal right in front of me while I cowered in my chains on the floor, stomach growling and gnawing at itself while my parched throat achedendlessly.
Everything in this place was torture. Physical, mental, emotional. There was no escape from any of it. I accepted it with grim resignation, knowing he’d won long ago. I couldn’t say no to him. I couldn’t beg him to stop. I couldn’t escape. I had to take everything he gave me without a singlecomplaint.
He hadn’t raped me yet. Not unless you counted all the forced blowjobs. I wasn’t sure you could even call them ‘forced’ because I acquiesced to his demands every single time, knowing things would be better if I brought him pleasure. He was never kind to me after he came, and he still hurt me, but it was never as hard. Not as agonizinglyslow.
I learned to use that to save myself from a little pain, to the point where I actually conditioned myself to crave his cock deep in my throat. My mouth practically watered when he walked in, and I found myself praying he would want me to service him that way every single time, just so I could escape the most excruciating punishments. I even did my best to make it as satisfying as possible for him, so he’d keep wanting more and more. I figured out which part of his cock was the most sensitive, and I experimented with different tongue-flicking speeds and pressures until I discovered which ones made him groan theloudest.
I wasn’t sure why he was waiting to force himself inside me in other ways. He knew I was a virgin, but I didn’t think that would affect his desire to have me. My innocence and inexperience meant he could mold me into his idea of a perfect sex doll, and that had to be enticing forhim.
The only thing I could think of to explain his lack of interest so far was that he might be waiting for me to beg him to fuck me, so he could lord the subsequent humiliation over me like he did with everything else. Unfortunately for him, I hadn’t fallen that far yet. I wasn’tthatbroken, and I hoped I never wouldbe.
Due to my general lack of interest in sex before all this, I never really cared about how I might lose my virginity if I ever met a man I felt a flicker of desire toward. I didn’t care if the first time was romantic or sweet. I just wanted it to be mine, because I hadn’t been given a say in so many other aspects of my life. I didn’t want Logan to take that away from me too. Not when he’d already taken somuch.
Deep down, however, I knew it was inevitable. I was stuck here for the rest of my life, unless I found some way to escape without my brother getting hurt, and that meant it was only a matter of time until I was forced to give up every single part of myself. I wouldn’t ask or beg for it, though, even if that was what Logan wanted. He’d have to take it fromme.
I shivered and pushed the thought away as tears of regret rolled down my cheeks. Despite all my suffering and the looming threat of rape, the worst part of this whole experience was the insidious, suffocating guilt I felt for the things I’d done to end up here, and the terrible feeling that I deserved it all. I still didn’t remember going out of my way to hurt Chloe and leave her for dead, but it was clear that I’d committed the crime, and I knew I deserved some sort of punishment forit.
Obviously, I would rather be punished by the judicial system, but Logan had made it clear he didn’t want that. He wanted to do it all himself. Even if he had a change of heart and let me go under the condition that I turn myself in, I knew I would more than likely escape punishment in the legal sense, purely because of who my motherwas.
She would never let the truth come out. Her public image would be destroyed if it did, and her career would be left in tatters. She knew that, so she’d gone out of her way to cover up the events of that fateful night five years ago, even from me, and she would fight tooth and nail to keep it allhidden.
That meant the only way I would ever be truly punished was under Logan’ssystem.
Footsteps echoed on the steps above my cell. I rolled over and began a slow crawl to my spot. It was dark, and my eyelids felt heavy. Every inch of my body hurt. Especially my left thigh. At first I couldn’t remember why, mind drifting in a shadowy haze, but then I remembered the sharp clamps Logan had attached to my tender skin last time he was in here, just so he could rip them all off like he was pulling down a giantzipper.
The memory of the biting pain made me wince, but I quickly straightened my face and got into position. Head down, hands behind my back. On my knees. Neutral expression. Total and uttersilence.
Logan stepped into the dungeon a minute later. He murmured his usual ‘good girl’ greeting and petted my hair. I stayed in the same spot, loyal to his commands until he told meotherwise.
“Remember when I said you might get a surprise for keeping up the good behavior?” he asked, jerking my chinup.
I averted my eyes from his face as I nodded. I hated looking right at him. “Yes,sir.”
“You’ve been very good lately. It’s time for your firsttreat.”
“Thank you, sir,” I replied in a ragged whisper, instantly picturing something terrible. Logan was a cruel bastard, so I wouldn’t be surprised in the least if his idea of a ‘treat’ was to excite me by promising me something nice, only to present me with a horrifying torture device. The real treat would be for him, when he saw my terrified expression and heard my piteouswails.
“Standup.”
“Yes,sir.”
On aching legs, I forced myself upward, unable to stop myself from wincing when my tender thigh rubbed against the other one. I thought Logan might hit me for that, but he simply smiled down at me before crouching to remove the metal cuff from myankle.
“Put your clothes on,” hesaid.
