Page 61 of Scarred in Silence
I don’t answer.
His jaw tightens.
“FUCK!” He shouts as he turns and flips over a tray. The sound of sharp instruments hitting the floor has my heart racing in my chest.
“Did you lie on the table for him?”
I nod.
He rams his fist into the wall repeatedly. The rage makes my ears ring. My skin feels as if bugs are trying to escape from below.
“Did Miles fuck you?”
I nod. Tears roll down my cheeks.
“Did you like it?”
I shake my head “no”.
“Fucking liar.”
He pulls out a knife and pauses. Just for a second, as if for a fraction of a second, he was reconsidering his decision… then he cuts through my spandex shorts. The sound of fabric slicing leaves goosebumps across my skin. He forces my legs apart. I don’t move. He has a fucking knife and a bloodthirsty look on his face.
My heart throbs so loudly I can barely hear my own thoughts.
“You know. I really thought that you had changed. That you remembered who the fuck you belong to.”
He paces the room. My muffled sobs echo throughout the sterile room.
“If you wanted him to fuck you so badly, then this shouldn’t be a problem.”
He pulls out a long metal rod. It appears to be 6 or 8 inches long. What the Hell is that?
“When I was dismembering Victor, we found this metal rod in his femur. Since you wanted him so badly, I thought I could give you a permanent reminder.”
He walks across the room and grabs a blowtorch.
He uses tongs to hold the metal plate. Before he heats the medical device, he stares at me. Trying to find an answer I can’t give him. My body is trembling beneath the restraints. He can’t be serious. There is no way he would press a metal rod to my leg. Especially one that is covered in another man’s blood.
Hewalks over to my side and holds my leg down firmly.
“It’ll only hurt as much as you’ve hurt me.”
He presses the searing hot metal into my thigh, over my scars. I scream out in pain. The skin bubbles beneath the brand. I shake uncontrollably. My entire body burns. It feels as if someone dumped hot coals on my body and pushed them in further, as if that wasn’t enough.
He removes the brand, and my body continues to shake. He tosses it to the ground, admiring his work.
My cries can’t be heard.
I lift my head, unable to see the mark he left on me.
“Now, you can always remember him as the one who will never fucking have you.”
He walks up to my face, gently wiping away my tears.
“Shhh, it’s okay, little Siren. It’s over now. I know you’ll be loyal.”
He kisses my forehead, and I flinch. His touch is gentle.
