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I was nothing. I wasn’t strong enough.
I wasn’t going to be able to survive five days of this.
The water shut off and I heard him come into the bedroom. He made an annoyed sound and his footsteps came closer. I tensed but he only untied the leash from the headboard and dragged me towards the side of the bed.
“Get off the bed, you’re bleeding all over the place.”
I tried to stand but I didn’t have the strength and fell to the ground. I knew my forehead and lip were cut but everything hurt and I didn’t have any life in me left to do anything. I couldn’t stop crying.
“You’re pathetic,” he said. “We’ll see if you’ve learned your lesson tomorrow.”
He unclipped the leash and must have signaled somehow because Sal and Tank came in and without a word they dragged me away. I couldn’t walk so they supported me between them.
“Brutal. I should see if Paxton would let me watch,” I heard Sal say.
I didn't remember anything after that until I opened my eyes later and I was back in my cell. I curled up in a ball under the blanket and let the darkness pull me under.
21
KAELIN
If I thought I hurt yesterday, I hurt so much worse the next day. My head throbbed with a headache and my entire body felt like I’d been beaten because, well, I had.
Sal and Tank came to get me around midday but I cowered in the back of my cell. Sal laughed cruelly.
“Come on bunny,” he taunted. “Time to go.”
They dragged me out and I was already crying by the time we entered Paxton’s hotel room. All desire to fight back was gone. He terrified me with his violence and while my anger still burned hot and heavy inside me, my body refused to let me disobey him. I heard the bathroom door open and I panicked and pulled the dress over my head then knelt on the ground near the bed. He stepped out and I stared at his shoes as they came into my field of vision. I flinched when he bent to hook the leash back to my collar and tried to still my shaking hands.
“Good morning, Rabbit,” he said. He kissed me on the cheek and I wanted to gag.
“Sir,” I ground out.
He jerked on the leash and we left the room.
A few minutes later, I realized we were back at the Red Room and I shook as panic started to creep up. I hesitated and dragged my feet—afraid to resist but terrified to go into theroom. He felt the tension on the leash and yanked me forward so hard I stumbled and went down to my knees.
He pulled me over to a different area where a chain and cuffs hung from a loop in the ceiling. He cuffed my wrists and then dragged the chain so it pulled my arms up until I could only stand on the tips of my toes. The tension was so severe, the cuffs cut into my wrists again and blood trickled down my arms. He secured me there and then walked around me, admiring the welts and bruises on my body.
“Beautiful.” His fingers trailed over the marks in reverence before he went over to a table and picked up a flogger again.
He hit me a few times until I could see his blood lust come out and then the hits got harder. The tears streamed down my face in pain as I trembled and whined and attempted to twist out of his way. The hits on top of the abuse already done was excruciating. By the time he stopped, my head hung forward on my chest and I was having trouble focusing on anything but the pain.
I tried to grab onto my anger—it was the only other thing I could feel besides pain but it was hard to even formulate a thought. I lifted my head to glare at him and he came over and grabbed my face. When he kissed me I bit his lip hard enough to draw blood. The look in his eyes when he pulled away was murderous and he spit the blood in my face.
“You just haven’t learned yet, have you?”
He went around behind me and gripped my hips and his cock pressed against my ass. I still hurt so much from yesterday and fear shot through my body. I gasped in pain when he pushed into me and he set a hard pace.
“Fuck you,” I sobbed.
I must have passed out because he slapped me and the room swam back into view. He stood in front of me, his eyes sinisterand menacing as his fingers found my clit and he slowly rubbed me.
“You’re so pretty when you cry,” he mused darkly.
His fingers slipped inside me and rubbed my g-spot. I jumped when something vibrated against my clit. He was holding a small vibrator against me. Despite the pain, I felt something awaken inside me. It was dark and twisted and far from the euphoric pleasure I was used to. It wrapped around the pain as it burned its way violently through my body. I knew all that awaited me over that precipice was more pain and darkness. But he continued to work me closer until I was shaking and panting. I was wet around his fingers and he smirked down at me.
“Don’t come.”
