His Angel

Chapter 26

The tear that had waited to be released from my burning eyes left. And many more came as well...

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My back leant against the damp cold wall as I tried to warm myself. I was stubborn. I knew I was really stubborn and I had always been like that. I hated the fact that people expected me to do what they think is the norm. 

Right now the cold basement made me question my decision of what to do next. I don't know how long I have been here for, but I know that it's been a few hours. 

My mind went to the conversation Dante had in the living room with that man. It made me question how I was involved in all this.

Dante had first told me that he had known me for years. Then he told me that he knew my father and my uncle. I was confused.

The door opened to Dante who stepped in and then locked the door behind him. In his hands was a tray of lunch which smelt delicious and it didn't take me long to realize that his mom had made it.

I watched as he placed the tray on the floor next to me. "How is angel holding up?" He walked to the chair on the other side of the cell and crossed his leg over the other as his face showed an amused look.

My eyes connected with his, my eyes filled with a stern emotionless look whereas his eyes were filled with amusement. He enjoyed this helpless state of mine.

"Your angel is very jolly right now" I put a fake smile onto my face in a mocking tone.

"You wanted to be in here" He shrugged and then lifted himself off of the chair and then towards me. 

"I didn't come in here so I could be served hot food and  have sweet talks with you" I paused, my eyes still in contact with his. He bent eye level. "I came in here so you could do what I deserve" 

A chuckle left his mouth, "What do you think you deserve angel?" His head tilted slightly to the side as his eyes looked me up and down.

My eyes shifted from his eyes to the wall behind me. It was stacked with all sorts of knives and weapons which he used to torture people with.

My eyes went back to his, "Carve something onto me. Anywhere." I spoke as he let out a laugh. 

"Carve? Why does angel want me to design her already beautiful body" His got up and now looked down at me. I was still in the same position. On the floor. My knees to my chest. Cold.

I got up. Now both of us standing. "I wasn't put in here for tea time Dante. I was put in here so you could teach me a lesson remember?" Now my head was slightly tilted with the same amusement as he had before.

Dante pulled me onto the wooden chair by my arm. "What knife do you want angel?" I looked past the knifes, "That one" I pointed as the sharpest looking one I saw.

"Angel do you want to go with that one? It has history" Dante spoke as his eyes shifted from the knives to me. "Why don't we go easy first verbally?" Dante tried to reason.

"No, I want the one I pointed at used to carve into my body" I told him sternly.

Dante let out a sigh before picking up the knife. "Do you know what this knife is called Angel?" Dante stood in front of me and moved the knife in his hand with a small smirk on his face. 

"No I don't, so please do tell" I insisted. 

"This knife.... This is called the Obsidian knife. I use this to cut of the balls of my cell occupiers." He paused. "But since you don't have balls, and as my wife had requested, I will use this to carve whatever I want" Dante bent down to my level.

I just stared back at him, "But first I will ask my Angel for suggestions" His small smile on his face stayed as he waited for a response from me.

"Your angel doesn't have suggestions Sir" I remembered how he didn't like that word so I used it to stir the pot.

"How does my name carved into your thigh sound Angel" Dante now had a sinister smirk on his face as he waited for a reply. His sleeves were rolled up and he looked so good. I shouldn't even be thinking this. I have a plan. A mission. A point that I need to get across.

"Sounds Perfect sir" I spoke in a fake happy tone.

Dante clapped his hands and stood up. "Trousers" Dante pointed out as I looked from him and then to my trousers. 

I had to take them off. Oh. I just realised that I was wearing lace underwear. Oh My God. You can do this. Come on.  Don't give up now.

I hesitantly got up from the chair and pulled my trousers down. Dante looked down at me as I did. He snatched my trousers from me and threw them across the room. 

"You have some beautiful thighs angel" Dante stared down at my thighs as his eyes turned darker. "And red" He stared down at my underwear.

"Anyways, we shouldn't get distracted. We have a lot to do" He bent back down as I sat down onto the chair. "Get ready Angel" I sucked in my breath.

I closed my eyes shut ready for the pain but nothing came. I slowly opened my eyes to see Dante holding the knife in his right hand and staring at me in confusion. 

"You're scared" He pointed out.

"Of Course I am, punishments are supposed to hurt." I answered back. What am I doing?

"You don't want this?" He questioned. His head tilted a little to the side.

I stared at him. What was he planning?

"Do it" I ended the conversation as I opened my legs more and closed my eyes again.

"An-" Dante tried speaking.

"DO IT BEFORE I DO IT MYSELF" I opened my eyes, mine connecting with his. His eyes stared back in confusion before he gritted his teeth.

He moved the knife to my thigh, His eyes still connected with mine. I could tell he was angry. A large scream left my mouth before I covered it with my hand.

Don't look down. Don't look down. You can do this. 

The pain increased as it became harder and harder to control my screams.

"This is what you wanted right?" Dante spoke but I was in too much pain to respond.

The pain kept going and going and I could feel myself getting light headed. No. I can do this. Andonisa. Breathe. In and Out. Come on.

All of a sudden I felt numb in my lower region and my head dropped back and my eyes shut tight..

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sorry for late chapter

this is quite violent

trust me it does get better

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