A Hunger to Share ( Book Two )

chapter 50

Trigger Warning: Violence, and rape. 

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James
                         
When Mathias came back into the room, James pretended to be asleep. He evened out his breathing, and his heartbeat, hoping Mathias would leave him alone.

It had been another long day of brutal whipping, and James was on the brink of death. He felt decades older.

Mathias layed on the bed next to him. James felt his fingers running through his hair, down James's neck, and then on the open welts on his back which made him wince involuntarily.

Mathias smiled. "I knew you were awake beautiful. You can't fool me."

James didn't answer.

"Still giving me the silent treatment?" Mathias said, amused. "Aren't you tired of not talking all day? I certainly am."

James kept quiet, eyes still closed. He didn't want to see Mathias's face.

"Or are you afraid if you talk you'll only beg?" Mathias whispered in James's ear. His hand stopped on James's ass.

James gritted his teeth, wanting nothing more than to swat Mathias's hand away, but his own hands were chained obove his head to the headboard of the bed.

That's how Mathias liked to keep him. Always chained up, a bloody mess to quench his dark curiosity.

Maybe Mathias would stop if James begged, but he couldn't bring himself to do so. His pride was all he had left.

"Did you sleep well last night?" Mathias spoke close to his ear.

James had stayed up all night, crying silently while Mathias slept soundly beside him, fingers locked tightly in his hair.

"Oh come on Jamie. You're boring me. Why do you always have to make it so hard for yourself?" Mathias whined.

James balled his chained hands above his head.

"Suit yourself." Mathias sat up, and hovered over James then shoved a finger inside one of his many fresh, open welts.

James almost passed out from the pain, and the energy it took him not to scream which wasn't much since he'd barely drank, or eaten anything in the last forty eight hours.

"Beg me, or it will get worse." Mathias shoved his finger deeper, the heat of hell fire destroying James's insides.

James whimpered, biting his bicep to muffle his screams. He tasted blood. He wasn't going to beg. Another finger, and James bit down so hard he was worried his flesh would be ripped off.

Mathias brought his other hand up, and the pain reached a whole new level. A fresh hell James didn't think he could survive. He could feel hot tears on his face.

"Stop this stupid silent treatment. You are strong, but you can't keep this up for an eternity." Mathias twitched his finger in the wound for good measure, sending another sharp wave of pain through James's back.

James screamed into his flesh. Mathias shoved a long blade deep into his ravaged back until it hit bone. The pain was undiscribable, the scream that came out of James's mouth inhumane.

"Please, please stop..." James sobbed. "I can't...Please Mathias, please... Make it stop. God please it hurts so much... I'll do Anything. I promise... Anything."