Blossoms of the Dark

XIII Selene: Punishment

Trigger Warnings:

- rape

- threatening

- bondage

- physical abuse: pinching, squeezing, bleeding, scarring, bruising

- body slicing/carving with knife

- burning

- psychological abuse

- very crude language

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The sun has already set by the time I arrive at the Hanada manor. Most of the rooms are lit from within and the garden lamps shine brightly. If anyone else were in my place, that person would think that the manor has a festive spirit.

Not me, though.

I know what lies beyond the illusion.

I pass the manor gates and enter the doorway. None of the Hanadas are nearby. But that's no reason not to remain alert. Instead, my fear levels rise.

I quietly and slowly make my way up the staircase. My anxiety only continues to grow. Silently making my way to the bedroom, I hear voices in the hallway. The voices of the Hanadas coming from a closed room. A closed room only three doors from the bedroom.

I turn in the other direction but before I can start moving again, the door opens and I come face to face with Hanada-sama. My tormentor of tormentors. The reason I am in this hell.

He smiles maniacally at me. "Well look who showed up. After dark. You were supposed to come as soon as your exam was over, right Selene?" He drags the vowels of my name out.

His smile drops. In a cold tone he growls, "You weren't supposed to go to the infirmary and receive treatment. I know that you fainted and were taken to the school's infirmary. One of the nurses told me so."

I look up at him in terror. Recovery Girl?

I don't realize that I say it out loud. "No, not Recovery Girl. Just one of my spies that I sent to the school today. But that's beside the point. Regardless of the reason, you are late Selene. And you remember what happens when you arrive late, don't you?"

My eyes widen in more terror. "No, please don't. I'm sorry. It won't happen again. I promise," I beg.

"Sorry, Selene. But rules are rules. You came late and you will be punished as such."

He beckons his three sons and tells them to do with me as they want.

The three of them decide to torture me tonight.

They grab my arms and push me into the bedroom. They tell me to strip myself of my clothes and bandages. They lock the bedroom door, close the curtains, and turn on the lights. They watch me as I strip. Once I am standing bare in front of them, they take their turns shoving me into the walls, blocking my air supply, pinching my breasts and hips.

One of them pushes me onto the bed. My tormentor from last night. He ties my wrists above my head with a rope. Pushing my back further into the mattress, he wraps a cord around my neck and threatens "Resist and I won't hesitate to snap your flimsy neck."

"Y-yes, M-master," I stammer.

He sits atop me to divest himself of his clothes. His brothers jeer at me. He pulls out a blade. A sharp knife about ten centimeters long. Terrified, I hold my breath and don't move. With a sadistic grin on his face, he slides the flat portion of the blade across my face, neck, breasts, and stomach. He stops at my thighs, and his brothers cheer him on.

"Slice her breasts in ribbons."

"Heat the blade and burn the bitch."

"Carve the words 'bitch,' 'slut,' and 'whore,' into her over and over again."

Their cheers become more and more gruesome with each idea and my tormentor's smile only widens.

"You know what? Since she fainted today, let's make her faint again. Let's give the bitch so much pain that she faints from it."

This idea receives unanimous roars from his brothers.

"Your punishment begins now, you fucking whore," he growls menacingly into my face.

With the knife, he slices horizontal lines across my breasts. One slice. Two slices. Three slices. I can't control the flow of tears streaming from my eyes. I cry softly, unwilling to make a sound. I shut them as he proceeds further down my chest.

This is different from my former punishments. I don't like this. At all.

Naively hoping that is all he does I open my eyes, only to see him heat the knife over a lighter.

He's going to perform every disgusting act his brothers tell him to, I realize in horror.

Knowing that showing the slightest amount of resistance will only lead to much more intense torture, I move my face away from him as much as possible, dreading the agony I am about to experience.

He cauterizes the first wound, and I whimper. My crying intensifies as he proceeds to burn the second wound. Then the third. By the time he has reached the last wound, I don't control the sounds of sobbing that escape from my mouth. He and his demonic brothers relish my misery.

And he's not done yet. He pulls my head by my hair, exposing my neck.

"You're our bitch. You're our slut. You're our whore. And you will always be."

And on my sternum, he carves something. I feel the curves and straight lines of what he carves. He continues to carve until he reaches my navel. He then switches to both of my arms and carves something there, too.

At this point, the pain is absolutely unbearable. I want it to end. It's so agonizing I desperately wish to fall into unconsciousness.

Please. Please. Please. Even if it means fulfilling the vile desires these hell-beings possess, just let the pain end. I can't take this anymore.

Finally, he's seemed to have satiated his torture fantasy. He thrusts into me to the hilt and slams into me giving no regard to my suffering. As he continues thrusting, he grabs my face to see his and savors my defeated expression.

The entire Hanada family broke me a long time ago, and they enjoy shattering my remains.

I start to feel dizzy and feel the beginnings of unconsciousness.

At last.

He finishes and withdraws from me. He wears his clothes.

My last sight is the vision of him and his brothers laughing as they leave. 

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