Memoirs of Retribution

Chapter 3 - A Small Piece of Mercy

Tap, tap. Tap, tap. Tap, tap.

Roger's footsteps skipped down the basement's wooden steps before he unlocked and pushed open the door at the bottom, entering the room.

Panic shot through me as I scrambled quickly to kneel by the throne before he entered, I didn't want to be punished, my wounds were still too fresh for the last one.

"Evening bitch. I have a new customer for you." He greeted me excitedly. I said nothing, just stayed in position, my hands in my lap with my head down looking at the floor, and cleared my mind, preparing myself for what was to come.

"Isn't she obedient Zander." Roger hummed to the person he brought with him. "Now, you can do whatever you want with her, she won't break." He laughed at his own joke. Knowing firsthand that I was already broken beyond repair.

"Head up." Roger instructed me while walking towards me. I slowly raised my eyes to look at him as he stood over me. When my eyes met his face, his signature wicked smirk was plastered on his lips. Roger painfully gripped my face in his hand, turning my eyes slightly to the person behind him.

Holding back the pained whimper I looked at the young boy behind him. His hair was a dark brown, almost black, cut short around the sides but longer on top. "Isn't she pretty?" Roger purred in my ear while looking at the lad behind him.

The boy said nothing just nodded, his blue eyes showing no emotion. "This here is my son. Show him a good time, bitch." Roger let go of me as he pushed me away, forcing me to the floor before walking to the door to exit.

This is how he usually introduced me to the customers, only this boy didn't look as excited or pleased with the prospects of what he could do with me as the others did. This was the only time I was ever allowed to see the person that had paid to use me.

Another golden rule of Roger's was that I was never allowed to look. Always be the submissive bitch I was born to be.

"Have fun." Was Roger's parting words before he closed and locked the door behind him.

I got back into a kneeling position and awaited my next command. Silence filled the space before the boy started walking slowly around the room, but he didn't say a word. I could hear the chains on the wall clink together as he probably moved them with his fingers picking what he wanted to use.

After five minutes he sat on the throne next to me and dropped his bag by his knees. "What's your name?" He asked in a low tone. Chancing a look up I saw him looking at me from the corner of my eye.

The boy didn't look angry when he caught me looking, but instead smiled. Albeit it wasn't a real smile, just the corner of his lip rose at one side. No one has ever spoken to me before, well besides giving me commands.

In a small, whispered voice I answered. "Bitch." His frown was confused for a moment before he spoke again. "No, your real name." Now it was my turn to look confused.

What was my name? It has been so long, another lifetime ago that I had been called by it, that it took me a moment to remember it.

"Amber." It sounded foreign on my tongue. Like it was wrong, a curse word that should never be spoken.

"You have a pretty name." He stated his smile widening. "My name is Zander." He continued in a friendly tone. "Are you hungry?" Zander reached down to his bag and opened it, before going in search of something.

Pulling his hand out I saw that his fist was curled around a chocolate bar. "Here." He offered it to me, but I just stared at it, the concept of someone being kind was even more unusual than them talking to me.