Breaking Clarisse ***completed***

8. red room

***Warning this chapter may not be suited for some especially who get triggered easily. It contains violence and creepiness that may make some uncomfortable. Read at own risk.****

The red room was talked about less than any other room in the villa. It wasnt even spoken of by the man himself. Like the room had its own personality. It was alive somehow. I walked slowly down the hall till I came upon that red door. I knelt down waiting. Undressed, kneeling in the entrance with my palms laying flat against the smoothness of my legs. Staring up at the door left me feeling underwhelmed. With a sense that something terrible happened here.

Nothing good ever comes from a red door. I thought.

The red room was exactly that red and dark inside. There were no windows and a mirror towards the back made up a huge portion of the wall. A bed lay perfectly centered in the middle of the room. A display of handcuffs, ropes, ties, whips, and collars sat at the side. Leaving the room feeling heavy with dark secrets. Like you weren't alone in that room. The redroom was not a place for games.

This room is all about submission. Do you know what that means? He said softly almost in respect of the room. Feeling an energy that kept you guessing what would happen next.

That means you tell me what to do. I answered quietly.

This room teaches you how to behave. It also teaches you how to endure pain. How much pain is entirely up to me. The quicker you learn this the easier it will be for you.

What if I don't want to. I kept looking over my shoulder to the left. It was just an empty corner but it felt wrong. Like something was creeping towards me.

You will he said tieing my hair away from my face and placing the collar around my neck. The second he placed it I felt better like he said. It was a scary feeling. Handing over complete control to someone but again it could have just been the room. But the second the collar was placed I felt I could trust him not because it was what I had to do. A force came over me.

He pulled out a black leather whip and held it out for me to touch. It was Cold and rough along the edges. At the tip several straps of leather dangled towards the floor. Then he held another out letting me become familiar. This one was smoother with no end piece at the tip. Some were thicker and lighter. The heavyweight ones hurt less apparently.

I had an urge to please him nothing more.

I got a sudden feeling of ease before time seemed to skip. Almost like things were in fast forward. I remember feeling uneasy and then nothing.

Last thing were his words. Dont ever come inside this room by yourself.

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I knew I was loosing her. Kylie was slipping away. It was at that point I knew I would never be Kylie again. I sat in a daze thinking about that girl that was taken. Where she might have ended up and suddenly got this incredible sensation of feeling lucky that followed with a burst of courage. Like the feeling of hopelessness just drifted away. Greatful almost that what I was realising was some personal insight to my life.

I was sitting properly. I was using my napkin properly. I was even being cautious not to speak out of turn. It was shocking really. When did this happen. As I thought about these things I looked down over a strange bruise I hadnt remembered getting.

Elijah finally spoke as we all sat eating at the table.. Someone left out the instruments.

I nodded wordlessly acting busy with my food. The girl inside felt conflicted. One moment feeling a dream like state to entirely fake. Painted like a doll trying to fool everyone of its perfection. Was I broken. The damage I felt may as well be forever even if you chip away at the paint.