Page 77 of Pretty Little Fears

Lorenzo’seyes narrow as he snarls his next warning, “Thenext time you don’t follow an order after it’s given, you will be punished.Considerthis a grace period.Disobeyme again and you will regret it, butI’llhavesomuch fun hurting you.”Asinister smile spreads onto his face making my heart drop to my feet, his eyes growing darker, a lookI’venever seen before.

Standing,Islowly pad over toLorenzoand pause onceI’mface-to-face with him.Hegestures for me to enter the bathroom andIfollow his silent command to avoid another punishment.

Thewhite tub inside the bathroom is large, andI’msure at least three people would fit comfortably.It’sfilled with water andI’dbe lying ifIsaidIwasn’t the least bit excited to wash off the filth and grime of the past week.Sittingdown in the tub,Ilook over my shoulder to findLorenzostill in the doorframe, but facing inside of the bathroom now, watching me.

Theclack of his shoes against the tile echoes throughout the bathroomas he steps closer to the tub.Heshrugs off his suit jacket and tosses it onto the nearby counter.Lorenzostrips naked and climbs into the bathtub alongside me.IfIthought him bathing me would make my stomach twist, having him naked, inches away from me causes an overwhelming pressure to make a home in my chest.

Mywhole body stiffens andIfeel like a mannequin as he maneuvers my body in order to slide in next to me.Thefeeling of his skin on mine twists my stomach.Idon’t move.Idon’t speak.Idon’t do anything.

I'mfrozen.

Lorenzoreaches for my arm and begins scrubbing me with a cloth soaked in soap.Thefloral scent of the soap fills my nostrils, and the sensation of his touch leaves my skin feeling raw.Ican't help but wince as his fingers scrub against my skin.

AsItry to maintain my composure, my thoughts wander to my family.Ihope my mother is strong enough to survive another loss ifIdon't make it out of here.Ithink about my dad and the chance thatI’llbe reunited with him again, should my captor choose to send me to meet my maker.JustasIbegin to think aboutEmmett,Lorenzo'shand slides down my chest and towards my pussy.

BeforeIcan react, his hand is cupping my pussy and he whispers in my ear.Thepanic coursing through my veins and the thumping of my heart in my ears makes it impossible for me to hear his words.Myfight-or-flight instincts take over, and beforeIcan think twice,Iturn my head and bite down on his arm.

Iclamp my teeth together as hard as my weakened body will allow me, sinking my teeth into the arm that's reaching over my shoulder.

Hegrowls as his hand releases me and tangy metallic liquid fills my mouth. “Youlittle fucking bitch!”Heyells.Ikeep my teeth embedded in his skin until he's shoving me underwater.I’mforced to release his flesh soIdon’t drown and immediatelyI’mgulping down water.Mylungs seize as they fight for air, but quicklyI'mbeing yanked by my hair, back above the water.

Icough and sputter out the swallowed liquid, my lungs burning with the effort.Lorenzo’sface is contorted in anger as he pulls my face closer to his, “Sofucking stupid.”Hespits into my face.Thesting on my scalp is nothing compared to the pain in my heart but fuck, does it hurt.Igrit my teeth while hissing, reaching up to grab his hands and try to give the hold he has on me some slack. “Iwarned you, you stupid fucking bitch.Youwill regret every moment you have disobeyed me.You’regoing to beg for me to kill you because it’ll be the only way for you to access any kind of freedom.”Hecontinues cursing and insulting me as he yanks me from the tub.

Thecold air bites at my wet skin andIwishIcould cover up.I'mstill struggling against his hold on my hair as he drags me across the floor andIfeel strands of my hair being ripped from my scalp.Despitemy lack of nutrition and hydration,Irefuse to give up.Hemay think the tears on my face stem from fear and sadness, they do, but behind that is rage.Afury so dark and deep,I'veyet to experience it myself.Idig my feet into the floor and yank on his arms as he continues to pull me.

Withhis tight grip on my hair, he takes my head and smashes it into the bathroom doorway. “Fuck!”Icry out, trying to regain my balance as he throws me to the ground.Ican’t tell if the noiseIheard was my skull cracking open or just the impact against the door.Hemoves to the other side of the room butIcan't focus on what he’s doing.Ipull myself up to my hands and knees asItry to suck in air.

Themultiple blows to my head can't be good.Ilay on the floor while trying to stop the dizziness that invades my senses.Ineed to gather my strength and get back up off this fucking floor soIcan protect myself.I'mfighting the pull of unconsciousness whenLorenzostomps towards me once again.Itisn't until the sharp woosh of air and the burning pain racing down my spine, that my adrenaline rockets, making my heart pump hard and my body joltAsob breaks free of my throat and this timeIcan't fight it.

Mybody loses its ability to hold me up andIdrop to the ground.

“Thisis what you get for fucking biting me, you stupid, useless, cunt,” he snarls as he strikes me again.Whack.Thecrack of the leather sounds through the air, and a searing pain spreads across my back.

Whack.Whack.

Myshrieks and sobs echo through the room as he continues slicing open my back with the whip.Theburning agony covering my spine mixed with the pounding in my skull keeps me from moving.I’mimmobile.Fuckinghelpless.

Whack.

Whack.

Whack.

“Yeah.Bleedfor me, you little bitch.Itturns me the fuck on.Yes, fuck.”

Mythroat burns and my cries have become hoarse from the stings lacerating my back.Myeyes are growing heavy and my mind begins sinking me into the dark, pulling me under to preserve my brain and body from the overwhelming trauma.Ijerk with every crack against my skin, wishingIcould crawl away.Thefeeling of warm liquid seeps down my sides and pools underneath me.

Whack.

Allit will take is one more strike.Onemore whoosh and crack of the whip andI’llpass out, escaping this torment.Ilet my eyes close, seeking relief from the burning agony mutilating my spine.Itisn't untilIhear the tell-tale sign of a zipper, that my eyes snap open.Ofcourse.Lettingme pass out wouldn't have been enough for him.

Tooweak to move or twist my head,Ilay there while his grunts fill the room. “Mhm.Nowyou look fucking hot, all bloody and sliced up.Shit.I'mgonna cum inside all of your fucking cuts.”

Iclench my teeth as his repulsive cum splatters onto my back, stinging the sliced flesh.Ifight and swallow down the bile rising in my throat.I'mhoping he's done, that he's satisfied with the pain he’s inflicted.Unfortunately,I'mnot that lucky.

Thethud of his knees hitting the floor reaches my ears at the same time thatIfeel him spreading my legs.

“No.No, no, no!NO!NO!”Ishout until my throat feels like it's ripping with the effort, practically bleeding.Withthe little energyIhave left,Iattempt to kick him off of me.Frommy position, flat on my stomach, it's useless.Ibuck my hips up, making a scream ripple through my throat as the cuts on my back split.Ibecome aware of the other bounds he must have grabbed when my ankles get tightly pulled together.

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