Page 7 of Death

Just like earlier, when the aggression vanished and he looked at me with love, the caring expression disappears and anger tightens his features.

“You will obey me!” he barks, then I’m yanked into the bedroom and roughly shoved forward.

I fall partially over the bed and quickly turn around. Seeing Nolan come toward me with an enraged expression has me crawling backward, a desperate cry escaping me.

Nolan grabs hold of my ankle and yanks me toward him. When I see him reaching for a long chain that’s bolted to the wall across from the bed, I yank against his hold, trying desperately to free myself. It doesn’t work, and I lunge at him, slamming my fists against his back and head as he positions the chain around my ankle. Securing it with a lock, he pockets the key.

The next instant, he grabs hold of my arms and shoves me backward onto the carpet. Too easily, he restrains my arms against the floor and glares darkly at me.

“That wasn’t very nice of you, Ciara.”

Just as quickly as he grabbed me, he lets go and climbs to his feet.

I sit up, my eyes darting between the chain around my ankle and Nolan.

He begins to unfasten his belt, and it sends me into a spiral of panic as I beg, “Please don’t rape me.”

The belt wooshes through the loops, and instead of unzipping his black cargo pants, he grabs hold of my arm and yanks me up. Before I can make sense of what’s happening, he sits down on the side of the bed, forces me over his lap, and strikes my bottom with the belt.

I’m stunned out of my mind for a second, but when the second lash hits my backside, my mind instantly shuts down as I’m thrown into a catatonic state where I’m only half aware of what’s happening to me.

I can’t do a single thing as pain engulfs me. I’m not sure how long the beating lasts for, but at some point, I’m lifted off his lap and laid down on the bed.

Nolan’s hands brush my hair out of my face, and even though I’m aware he’s talking, I can’t process what he’s saying.

Imprisoned in a trance, I’m barely aware of my surroundings. I have no concept of time, and when the trance finally starts to lift and comprehension returns, I become aware of the harrowing fact that I’m naked.

No!

A warm cloth is wiped over my arm, and Nolan coos, “See, I just want to take care of you. Once you’re all cleaned up and wearing one of the dresses I got you, I’ll start with dinner.”

Air explodes from me in harsh bursts, my body trembling so severely it hurts.

The washcloth moves over my chest, Nolan’s tone filled with reverence as he murmurs, “You’re so beautiful. My perfect love.”

Something snaps deep inside me, and the next instant, I let out a scream, and darting up, I slam my fists into his chest. Nolan grabs hold of me, and because he’s so much stronger than me, there isn’t anything I can do as he throws me onto my stomach and presses me hard into the covers.

“Stop fighting!” he shouts right before his palm connects hard with my bare butt.

The sting is intense and so degrading that another harrowing cry is ripped from me.

Nolan smacks me again. “Calm down, or you’ll force me to lock you in the trunk.”

The threat stuns me into silence, and I lie gasping into the covers, my backside on fire from the spanking.

I hear water trickling somewhere in the bedroom, and when Nolan swipes a washcloth over my back and down to my bottom, I squeeze my eyes tightly shut and whimper.

“Shh, my love. Stop fighting me, and let me take care of you.”

I can’t process anything. It feels like I’ve been thrown into a nightmare where nothing makes sense.

A minute or so later, Nolan pulls me into a sitting position and tugs fabric over my head.

I quickly push my arms through the sleeves, and when a blue cotton dress covers my chest and pelvic area, I feel an intense sense of relief.

“You look so beautiful,” he says again as he pulls me off the bed and helps me to stand. “Next time, it will go better because you won’t fight me, right?”

Not thinking clearly, I nod, my movements jerky. My skin feels prickly, and my heart keeps thundering in my chest.

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