Broken But Brutally

Chapter- 20

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Flashback...

She comes over and sits down beside him on the ground. he glances up, thinking she's going to talk to him. But her face is closed down, a mask hiding her normal face.

She begins to stroke his penis upon his short, gently. Not like when she used to cudal him warmly. He looks up from his book, confused.

"What are you doing?", He asked in his pubertic shrill voice.

"You'll like every bit of it, Love", she replied

She slips off his school uniform off his shoulder and clamps her hand over his small pee organ and his balls. He is cold and she like the idea of it. He can't move his tongue. It's stuck inside his mouth, useless. His heart hardens into his chest like a big stone. She leads him to explores her breast with his fingers, as if she want to break her own breasts.

"Please! stop it." He said not liking the things she was making him do.

But, she didn't say anything, the silence was cold. It is as if he hasn't plead.

Getting up from her place she stood up making him stand on his own feet. Slowly she started undressing him, followed by her own cloths. She was now just standing in her panties and bra.

"Siddhant, I'm going to make you feel like heaven", her voice was atrocious, making him gulp in horror.

"I don't want to, if you make me do such things I'll call daddy and tell him everything", Siddhant said in warning tone.

Suddenly he felt a tight slap across his cheeks making him wince in pain. He immediately placed his hand on his stinging cheek and glared at the women infront of him.

"I'm going to make you pay for this", Siddhant said trying to launch his small figure over the women.

He was about to push her, but she caught him by his hands and twisted it until his back was facing her. "you'll make me pay? Well try me. I know how to treat, brats like you", she said twisting his hand more. The pain was too much to bare for Siddhant. His little hands were on verge of breaking.

"P...Please leave my hand. It's painfull", he cried. She left his hand at once. Siddhant sat on his knees holding his sore hand. "Let me call daddy", he cried.

"So, you wanna talk to your dad?", She asked, her voice wasn't any less than a evil witch. Siddhant didn't answer anything but nodded. "Then you'll have to pay for it", she said and started walking towards her cupboard.

His ears suddenly shot up on the sound of whip, and eyes widened at the whipper in her hands.

"No... Please", Siddhant begged and cried but that only made her laugh evilly.

"I'll show you the consequences to threaten me", with that she started whipping his naked body. The whip sound was filled into the air including the roveing of Siddhant's cry. His 14 years old was begging for mercy but his begs were getting unanswered. His cries were getting higher with every whip making the women's vexation rise over head.

"Stop crying", with that she kicked his back with her sharp stilettos. The pain was like someone stabbing a rod into his back. Siddhant's breath started getting uneven with every whip.

Suddenly her phone started blazing the room, causing her to stop. She turned towards the direction of the sound and saw her phone lying on the table near window. The whip fall down from her grip and she walked towards her phone. The room was still echoing with Siddhant's cries but that didn't boughter her.