Happy Birthday to me. Happy Birthday to me. Happy... I sob aloud, turning my face into the dirty pillow. I'm seventeen today. How I can remember something as trivial as my birthday given my situation? I attempt to lift my hand from the mattress to wipe away the tears that seem to constantly pour from my eyes. The chain rattles on the bed frame, halting my hands progress, the rusted metal digging into my wrist. I cry out, pulling on the restraints fruitlessly. My only achievement being the splitting of the scabs that lingered under the cuffs. Please, please. I struggle for several moments until I hear the warning sound of his arrival for the night. I still my movements immediately. Maybe. Maybe if I behave myself...he'll go easy on me tonight. Such barren wishes.
He drops a canvas bag on the floor. Something in the heavy thump of it's landing send a chill through me. The beast smiles at me like I'm a prized possession. I am, after all. Aren't, I? "It's a special day, isn't it my precious?"
I swallow and meet his steely gaze. "Is...is it?"
He reaches into his pocket, extracting the manacles key. Sitting on the mattress next to me, he runs the back of his hand across my cheek. The gesture is almost affectionate but I have to fight the urge to shrink away from his touch. He'd punish me if I did. Speaking as he unlocks my wrists from their restraints, "Punish you? Is that what you think I do?" He shakes his head in mock disbelief. When I'm released, he walks back to the bag on the floor. I watch as he pulls more heavy chain from the bag. He loops them through a ring installed in the ceiling, two metal clips hanging from the ends. Oh no, oh no what does he have planned? Once the contraption is rigged, he points a long finger at me. "Do you want to see your birthday present?"
I shudder and respond in a small voice. "N-n-no. I'm...I...please don't hurt me." He grins, sharp teeth glinting. From the bottom of the bag he pulls out my...present.
The handle looks like highly polished mahogany. Hanging from the handle...Oh my god....nine, thin steel cords. The whips ends slither and sway with every movement of the hand that holds it. I panic, cowering back against the wall, pulling my knees to my chest. He levels his gaze at me. "Now now, monster. None of that. Come to me like a good pet." When I don't abide, he sets the whip on the table with a huff. Now standing at the bed, he holds his hand out to me. "Come to me. Now."
"No!" I spit out at him. When he tries to grab my arms, I throw my foot out, landing a kick to his stomach. Now the rage rises in him. He yanks me up by the collar of my shirt and heaves me across the room, where I land in a heap under the chains. When I scramble to get up, he's on me in an instant. He pins my arms to my sides and slams me over the table. Bent over, face scraping against the wood, I struggle in his grasp. He lifts my arms above my head, snapping them into metal cuffs. I grunt and continue to fight the losing battle with him. He toys with me, letting me put up a fight, before he grasps both my shoulders and growls against the back of my neck. "As much I love when you try to fight me...mmm...we have work to be done." He lifts me from the table, dragging me to the middle of the room and clipping my hands to the chains. Then, he has the whip in his hand, teasing me with it. Running the cords along my prone figure. "You're so beautiful when you're helpless. I only hope you can enjoy this as much as I will." He steps around me, out of my line of sight.
"Please!" I beg. "Don't, please don't!" I thrash as much as I can, knowing either way I'm going to be punished and hurt. The chains jangle on their hook above my head. My hands and arms already going numb from their suspended position. He laughs from behind me. I feel his arms come around my body, the whip in between his hands. He holds it in front of my eyes.
"Shush now, monster!" Lowering his hands, he presses the whips flush against my throat. Pulling it just tight enough to silence my begging, he whispers, breath hot in my ear. "They'll be enough time for screaming and begging later." He removes the cold cables from my neck once my whimpering ceases.
I let out one more pathetic "...please...", knowing it was useless.
He wraps a hank of my hair around his fist, pulling my suspended body against his own. "You don't want to provoke me so early in the night..." I feel the evidence of his excitement pressing into me. It's only my unadulterated repulsion that persuades me to be silent. "Mmm, pity." I hear the smirk in his voice as he pulls away, releasing my hair. "Now. Seventeen. You turned sweet seventeen today. So we'll have one for each year, and if you're good, another for luck." Maybe by some chance it won't be...that bad. I think to myself hopelessly. I hear the metallic slithering of the cords, envisioning how he's gently stroking the whip before....
CRACK. The steel bites across the small of my back. The pain is red, hot and caustic. I choke down the cry that threatens to escape my mouth. He pauses, perhaps waiting to see if I'll relent this early. Then, CRACK. He hits me again, harder this time. I grit my teeth, well aware that this whip can cleave my flesh, knowing he's just toying with me. I feel the third strike, across my shoulders as it breaks the skin. The next three land on my buttocks, each tearing my skin further. The blood is tickling it's way down the backs of my thighs. I've still managed to hold in my cries, although not the tears that course their way down my face. The beast steps around in front of me, his face is speckled lightly with ruby droplets. His grey, depthless eyes are alight with enthusiasm and arousal as he studies my face. "Look at you, precious monster. So very brave." The whip dangles from his hand. It's coated in my blood. While I watch, he brings it up to his face, licking my life fluid from the steel cords with relish. I hold my composure, meeting his eyes in silence. "I should of figured it would take a bit more effort to break you." He says with an evil smile. Without warning, he thrashes the whip sidearm, across my chest. I gasp and drop my head, watching as my blood seeps through the split in my shirt. Hold it in, Maddie. You're stronger than him. I hear him chuckle quietly and return to his position behind me. "Ten more, my pet. And the one for...good luck." The whip lands another five times, each strike cutting deeper. Still, somehow, I've managed to not make a sound. I know from the ascending intensity of each blow that he's losing his temper. What's the worst he can do? Kill me? My thoughts are more bitter and stinging than the whip.
I hear him set the weapon down and he's at my back, gently stroking the open wounds. "You don't have to hold back, monster. Not tonight." His lips graze my neck as he speaks. He's disappointed I haven't caved in yet. He thinks it's a game. "I want you to scream for me. You know you want to give me what I want."
I feel a fiery rage rising in me. I'm not...NOT his little toy. I'm not... Unwisely, I speak. Taunting him. "Maybe, you're losing your touch." I force my lips into a smirk.
The atmosphere in the room seems to grow thick with his anger. He digs his fingers into one of the gashes in my back. "Losing my touch? Losing my touch, eh?!" With a snarl he grabs my throat. Kicking my legs apart, he forces his hand between my thighs. "Why don't I SHOW you how much I'm losing my touch?" He hisses in my ear. "How about if I take you right here?! How about I FUCK you while you're hanging here like a piece of meat?! What's a little more blood? Will you scream then, monster? WILL YOU SCREAM?!" He shrieks the last words at me, both hands vise like on my body. I'm trembling, sweat and tears rolling down my face as I silently await his next move. Abruptly he releases me and picks the whip back up. The last blows are vicious, flaying my flesh open. I can hear him panting with the exertion of each hit. Obliging to his expectations...I scream. I scream, sure that the next strike will kill me. Then the next. Over and over until I receive each of my birthday lashings. My back feels like one enormous open wound. My throat is raw. The beast steps away from me for several moments. Or hours. I can't tell.
The screams have tapered to a steady wailing. Now he stands in front of me. Any anger he retained is gone from his face. "Do you know why I do this to you, my pet?" Because you're a sick, sadistic bastard. He slaps me across the face, my head rocks to the side form the impact. "Stop trying to provoke me again." He taps my forehead with his finger. A small trickle of blood wells on my lip. He leans forward, placing his mouth on mine, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth. In a repulsive, macabre way...there is tenderness in the kiss. He unlocks the shackles from above my head, wrapping his arms around me so I don't fall. His hands graze my wounds and I howl in pain. "Shush now, monster." I try to contain my cries as he sets me in a chair. He spends the next half hour cleaning the gashes in my skin with a remarkable gentleness. As he patches each one, he whispers to me in a soothing voice. His words...threats...promises, they flow through my thoughts somehow bringing comfort. Once or twice he asks again, "Do you know why I do this to you?" He slips a clean, soft shirt over my head and walks me to my mattress. "You'll have to lay on your side, it will irritate your injuries less." I comply, and climb onto the bed, whimpering through the sharp pain spiraling through my body. He squats down next to the bed, meeting my eyes and taking my hand. "Do you know why I do this to you? Do you, Madelyn?"
I swallow and nod against the pillow. Gazing into his gray eyes, I whisper to him. "Yes, I do." He sets his chin on my hand, waiting for my answer. "B-because I belong to you. I'm...yours." The fabric under my head is already damp with tears. I'm his. Oh, god...I'm really his.
His smile is genuine. Leaning forward, he presses his lips to mine again, and I respond in kind. Rising to his feet, he crosses the room. Before walking out the door, he turns, a sickening look of adoration on his face. "Sweet dreams, monster. My monster. My Madelyn." And the door slams shut.
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