Page 40 of Sexy Beginnings
He spreads me as I continue to plead through my moans, to pray silently. It’s no use. He jams himself inside of me and I scream internally feeling like I’m being ripped in two. It takes him numerous attempts before he can fully insert himself. My crying is inevitable but it is causing me more pain at the same time. My lips burn from whatever he used to seal them and from me involuntarily pulling at them.
My ass burns, my skin tightens, I can feel the separation and liquid dripping down my skin. I think the drugs he gave me are wearing off because I am starting to get feeling back in my legs. I try to kick. I know that it’s useless but I need to try. I need to fight. The pain is excruciating I try to distract myself, to think of something other than this.
I think of Jordan. Trying to use his image and our love to distract me from the hell I’m living through. I cry knowing that I might never see him again. Simon doesn’t want me as a wife anymore. He is going to kill me.
I can feel him tense behind me.
I continue to kick just wanting him away from me. I connect with his body and hear him yelp. He pulls out of my body, stands up and walks toward my head, his face full of anger. His chest heaves as he looks down at me before he delivers another blow to my face.
My vision goes dark.
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I feel someone kick my leg and I slowly wake up. My entire body is screaming in pain. Simon is standing over me with a branding iron.
“You chose the wrong path. You put that sinful club’s mark on you. That dirty bikers name on your pure skin. You will forever be branded a part of this clan. You will not be branded as a wife, not be given that respect. You are no better than the cattle in our barns and that is what you will be branded as. You will be kept like that also. My pet. You will be kept down here to be played with at my discretion.” I shake my head vigorously. The tiny window showing signs of dusk. I pray for a savior. Does anyone know I’m gone yet? What happened to Danny? Has Jordan come back yet?
He leans down with the poker in hand I thrash trying to get away from him. His booted foot kicks me in my ribs and I feel them snap under his foot. He presses down onto my back holding me in place against the cold cement. When the flaming hot iron seers my skin the pain is more than I ever imagined could be possible. I try to twist away from the hot iron but his boot holds me roughly in place pushing the air from my lungs. The smell of burning flesh invades my nostrils turning my stomach, causing bile to rise once more. I convulse in pain my body arching, and jerking uncontrollably.
Even after he removes the iron and his foot, I don’t move. I’m paralyzed by the pain. I have never been through this much in my whole life. Everything hurts. The things that happened today will never leave me.
Please let me just die.
