His Only Angel [h.s.]

Chapter 22

Thea Parker

"P-Please s-stop." I plead when another jolt went through my body.

"No can do darling, you've been a bad girl lately and now it's time for you to be punished." Carter grins before pressing the red button again. I throw my head back in pain as I felt the electricity from the helmet course through my veins.

Ever since I was brought to this unknown location Carter and Kion thought it would be fun to test their toys out...On me. At first it was daily injections with chemicals that were just inhumane and very painful. Weeks later it was beatings and then it was the thing I feared most.

Rape.

Yes, Kion takes me into another room and locks the door, next he would make me strip and dance for him. But when I refused the first time he would start to yell and hit me for being defiant.

After a few lessons I finally gave in and let him do whatever he pleased, even if he did it without using protection which was all the time. Although he would make me take the morning after pill just in case I could end up pregnant.

During our little sessions Kion would talk dirty in my ear while I just cried. That was also a mistake because he would either slap me in the face or force himself inside of me repeatedly until I stopped. Sometimes when I wasn't 'wet' enough for him as he would say he'd plunge two fingers into me harshly until I came. When he finished he'll just leave me on the bed, tied up and sore. I either ended up crying until I feel asleep or I'd stare at the ceiling blankly.

But today felt like the worst punishment of them all.

Electro shock therapy.

Carter claimed that it would help me remember my place here and who was in charge.

"Now girl tell me who's in charge?" Carter crouches down in front of me with a smirk on his face.

"You're in c-charge." I say in defeat.

"There's a good girl." He strokes my cheek gently, "I think it's time to be officially owned." Giving him a confused expression I look over to Kion who was holding a large metal tool in his hand that seemed to have smoke coming from it.

Suddenly Carter tilts my head to the side so my neck was completely exposed to him.

"Try to hold still, this might sting a bit." I let out a piercing scream when the smoldering metal made contact with my skin.

"STOP! PLEASE!" Tears fall down my cheeks.

My skin felt like it was on fire and it was spreading all over.

"Almost done." A few seconds later the tool was removed from my neck
I let out a sigh of relief and let my body fall limp against the chair.

I was exhausted.

"Beautiful." Carter tilts my head to get a good look at my neck.

"Don't you think?"

I narrow my eyes.

"W-What are you talking about?"

"See for yourself." He holds up a mirror and that's when I saw a huge mark. It was in a shape of a C and the skin around it was red.

He branded me.

"You son of a bitch!" I scream earning myself a slap across the face.

"I own you bitch! So you don't get to talk to me like that, understand?"

"Yes." I whimper.

"Yes what?" He pushes.

"Sir."