A Hunger to Share ( Book Two )

chapter 49

Trigger Warning: Violence and sexual assault.

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James

He heard the omnious swish of the whip uncurling. Felt the hellish sting of leather touching his naked back.

It hurt worse than he imagined. James's body jolted involuntarily. He bit down on his lip, making sure he didn't make a sound.

Angelina's dark eyes were glowing with malicious glee, her wine glass half empy.

When the next whiplash came James closed his eyes. It was better than seeing her happy face.

The third came before he could prepare himself. His body kept jerking violently as the fourth, fifth, and sixth whiplash made contact with his bloody skin. Still he didn't make a sound.

James tasted blood in his mouth from biting down on his lip. He spit it out as far as he could. Sadly it didn't land on Angelina.

By twenieth, his legs were shaking, broken ankle screaming in agony. The welts on his back were a burning fire, ravaging his skin.

James had been in a lot of life, and death situations which he'd survived because Jack, or someone else gaurded his back, but what Mathias was doing to him was different.

James was a limp, bleeding mess by fourty. Mathias still hadn't heard him beg, or scream, and James could tell by the increasing violence of his whip strokes he wasn't pleased.

Angelina clicked her tongue. "He's not screaming. I expected more from you Mathias. Maybe you're getting rusty, and need a replacement." 

Mathias stiffened. "Give me more time."

James smirked through his pain. "Scared... they'll get...rid of you?"

Mathias pulled himself together. "Never. I'm the best torturer they have. Now where were we?" 

The wip was reunited with his shreded skin.

James tried to distract himself from the agonizing pain by thinking of his family. He thought of his childhood with Jack, and Vivi. He thought about his good memories with Ada, the times they all hung out with each other in the past three month.

His warmest memory was of Artyom, his bright smile, caring hands, his soft hair, safe embarace, the way he made love, hard, but also gentle...

A sob almost escaped James's lips. He swallowed it back down. The next lick of the whip brought him back to the harsh reality. By seventy James was about to lose consiousness.

Mathias noticed, and stopped. He slapped him awake. James barely felt the sting of his hand.

He grabbed James's chin roughly. "Are you enjoying yourself pretty boy?"

James spat the blood that had gathered in his mouth in his face. "Yes. Give me... more."

Mathias laughed, and licked the blood off his lips. "Good, I wouldn't want you to feel uncomfortable. Do you want me to continue?"

"As if... you care..."

"If I didn't, I wouldn't have asked." Mathias caressed James's cheek.