EMLYN | 18+

Chapter Ten

He was bringing me back to the room. I felt as he carefully lifted my body from the couch bridal style and began to walk. I thought about what I had said to him earlier. For some reason, it was so funny to me, that I considered Samael a rapist but I had accepted his advances at some point. Did that even make it rape? It would probably be deemed consensual and that made tears prick in my eyes. Callan didn't press for any more information and I was happy.

I must've seemed crazy, crying and laughing but I couldn't help what the alcohol was doing to my body. I was nowhere near a regular drinker and whatever was in that bottle seemed to be strong.

I glanced up at him, my eyes foggy from tears, as I stared at his deep frown. I wanted to tell him more, the chance to finally tell someone the horrors I'd been going through, seemed like the best thing in the world. I moved closer to him and he watched me closely as I brought my hands to the back of his neck, leaning up to whisper in his ear. "He's a very bad man Callan. A-And he'll probably come looking for me s-soon," a hiccup left my lips and I tried my best to concentrate as my grip on his neck tightened, "d-don't let him find me Cal-Callan."

He placed me on the soft mattress before he placed another pillow under my foot and drew the blanket over me. He held my hand and brought me back to face him as his other hand wiped the tears that fell from my eyes. "No more tears." I nodded and my fingers lifted to his face tracing his features.

"Y-you're very attractive. Not like... not like him." My fingers traced over his full brows, moving down his sharp jaw and over his plump lips, and I realized he was truly a sight to see. "He was ugly." My voice was a whisper as I added that part, scared he would somehow hear and a giggle left my lips again.

If he was to somehow hear what I was saying about him, I knew my punishment would be severe and that made it even more of a thrill.

He didn't reply, he only pulled himself from the bed and tucked me in further before turning to leave. He was treating me like a child, tucking me in. I ignored it and tried to get comfy as the alcohol started to make my head pound and the ache in my foot a dull pulsing reminder.

Instead of fighting the pain I felt, I let it carry me into a restless slumber.

I jumped out of bed as ice-cold water was thrown at me. Only I wasn't on a bed, I was strapped to a table. My eyes moved around the room frantically as I assessed my surroundings. Oh no.

I was back in the basement, though this time the lights were on and I could clearly see the different objects and devices placed around the room. My knees were brought up to my chest, strapped down to a table and my hands were tied behind me.

"You've been a naughty girl, Emlyn." His voice sent chills down my spine and a whimper left my lips as I tested the restraints but they were tight and left no room for me to move.

My cheek was pressed against the table and I watched as he fired up a torch burning the slim metal rod he had in his hand. I cried out knowing what was about to happen but I knew it was no use. He enjoyed me begging, he liked hearing me cry out from the pain he inflicted knowing he was teaching me a lesson well learned.

"Thinking you could run away from me..." he let out a laugh, "I'll always find you, my love. Always." He rounded the table and I felt him behind me ready to do his worst. "I'm waiting..."

He wanted me to apologize. No matter how much pain I was in, I was supposed to apologize while he punished me to make sure I knew what I was getting punished for. I cried against the hard wooden table, my tears pooling against my cheek as I struggled trying to get away. "Please, no!"

I felt the first touch of the metal against the sensitive flesh of my foot and a scream broke past my lips. It was useless though, no one ever heard my cries of pain from the basement and that's how he liked it. Sobs were racking my body as the pain became almost unbearable.