Page 12 of Written in the Scars

He is close to me, I can feel his breath on my legs as he exhales deep breaths. “You know I always expected you to be hiding piercings under your clothes, I’ll admit I was disappointed.” So he does know me. “I was surprised to find these, though.” I shudder as he runs his hand over my scarred stomach, each one on fire as he touches them.

So, it’s nothim,hewould know about my scars,hecaused them. My mind wanders to the memory, so similar to my current position, hanging bare as the blade slices through my skin.

No, Reagan. I shake my head bringing myself back to now, neither place better than the other.

“Please, tell me, who are you?” my voice filled with fear as I beg to know who is touching me.

Suddenly I feel a rope tighten around my ankles and before I know it my arms relax down his back as he throws me overhis shoulder, my mouth releasing screams of fear and pain in the swift movement. My back makes contact with the soft welcoming comfort of a mattress and my legs are pulled apart and bound to the corners of the bed.

Uncontrollably my body loosens, the aches from all the tension washing away.

My breathing hitches as he plasters my mouth shut with tape again, rolling my eyes in response. I feel his fingers wrap around the material covering my eyes, as he begins to gently pull it over my head. My eyelids blink rapidly, my vision is blurry, but I can see a faint light coming from the far corner.

“Hello, Doll!”

Reagan

Screams of anger and frustration muffled by the tape across my mouth.

FUCKING NATHAN!!

I try to wrap my head around what the fuck is going on, why he has me here and what the fuck did I do to deserve this!

I’m staring into his bright blue eyes, eyes I once thought were kind, eyes I once imagined looking up at me from between my legs. Who the fuck is this man, really? My eyebrows crease at the thought, my stomach twists from the nausea.

“Not who you expected, ay, Doll?” His tone is playful, his face twisting into a creepy smile, he brings himself to his feet, staring down at my naked sprawled body. He reaches down, his fingers making contact with my ankle, just above the rope holding me in place.

“It’s a shame, all those scars… They ruin what could have been a masterpiece.” His fingers travel up my leg as he goes on, I squeeze my eyes closed. I can’t stop whatever he is planning but I can keep myself from watching. “I guess, I’ll have to make some minor adjustments, something to deter my focus from someone else’s claim.”

My scars are not of someone else’s claim, but proof that I am a warrior, I won the battle and the war, or so I continue to try.

I shake my head, internally begging for him to stop touching me, to stop talking.

“You know, if you had just played nice from day one, we wouldn’t be here, Doll, sending you off to snoop on my own dirty little secret just made it somewhat easier for you to becomean added extra.” I give myself whiplash as I look back at him, a questioning look across my tear-streaked face. “I knew you’d never find anything until I found you. It was the easiest game of cat and mouse yet.” His fingers are getting closer to the bundle of nerves between my legs, I try to tense, to close my legs. “You can’t stop me Doll, you're all mine, even he won’t find you.” His tone is dark and dirty.

He? Is he talking about Orion?

His finger reaches my center, I’m a writhing mess, my muffled screams only egging him on to touch me more. His palm sits unmoving between my legs, he begins to lean closer to me, adding slight pressure, his other hand reaching down as he strokes along the natural curve of my breast, bringing the tips of his finger to my nipple, attempting to tease with a slight pinch.

The feeling makes me want to vomit. “Not yet, Doll!” He winks, his face lighting up as he removes his hands from me and turns away with a tainted chuckle.

Not yet? Not ever!

The familiar sound of the metal trolley rings throughout the room. “You might not want to watch this part” shaking my head, I try to fight him from bringing the blindfold back over my eyes, the searing pain of the tape being removed only brings more tears to fall from my eyes. “Deep breaths Doll, you’re going to need to stay still.”

What the fuck is he doing. “No, Nathan, please…” the tape is replaced with another piece of fabric being shoved so far intomy mouth I gag at the intrusion. “Oh Doll, you sound so perfect begging my name.”

Reagan

I scream, biting down on the fabric in my mouth as the burning pain radiates through my body, what the fuck has he done to me. “That’s it, Doll, scream for me!” He’s getting off on my pain, getting off on defacing my body. I cry harder, the pain and fear from what feels like him carving me between my thighs.

I try to calm myself as the pain subsides, adrenaline begins to course through my veins as my body finally goes into fight or flight, but I can’t do either. I’m stuck here, for him to chop me up into nothing.

More screams erupt from me as he inflicts more pain on me, this time further up my body.

What man wants a woman with a hack job cunt?!

He cut off my fucking nipples! That’s all I can think he has done to me, the pain is excruciating.

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