HEY ALL MY READERS.
HOPE Y'ALL ARE GOOD, HMM THIS IS A CONTINUATION OF THE LAST CHAPTER. AGAIN CONTAINS VIOLENCE AND ASSULT WHICH MAY DISTURB SOME READERS.
IF THIS CONCERNS YOU IN ANY WAY FEEL FREE TO SKIP AND GO FURTHER.
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LUV Y'ALL...
-Philicee.
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CPV(Anastasia)
He pulled me into the room and helped me to my feet and cuffed me to a rod on the wall, he then sat down on his bed and was looking at me. As the pain all over grew, I began feeling the blood in my arms flow down, I was crying because I was in a lot of pain I haven't even showered and I felt sick then he smiled at me, he fucking smiled at me.
"what gave you the courage to speak to me that way" he angrily asked. I didn't answer knowing he'd beat me either way, so why waste my breathe for this micro dickhead. There was a while of silence until he opened his emotionless lips and uttered softly bottling his anger;
"Silent treatment." I still didn't answer, I just didn't see the point. He broke stares with me as he got up from his bed, after a short but traumatizing walk to his wardrobe, my eyes followed him closely as he opened it, I exclaimed at the sight;
"Jesus!!" I saw belts, sticks, spoons, pocket knives, lighters, hand cuffs, electrifiers, guns and pistols, and other dangerous weapons
"Did you say Jesus you are in big trouble" he baffled angrily. what did I even do
"what do you want" I asked almost whispering in fear and staring in the wardrobe.
"I want and I am going to teach you a lesson so you will respect me" he said as he picked up a wooden stick and pocket knife and walked around me as he reasoned angrily;
"How many times have I warned you never to speak to me in a rude manner"
"but I wasn't rude" he dramatically stopped and came towards and put the stick under my jaw as he rose my head and stated clearly losing control of his anger;
"And who said you weren't" I looked him right in the eyes, I could clearly see the flames of burning anger in his eyes but I didn't care and for some reason it wasn't intimidating so I boldly stated;
" I did" after I said this, signs of shock showed on his face as his eyes widened but it soon turned to anger and he loudly and angrily confessed;
"Okay Ana, I am going to beat the fuck out of you to give you a reminder that you are under my roof" He placed the stick and sharpened the edge to make it pointy, he whipped me on my back, every time he hit me I'd groan and move the hand cuffs would clang together, a tear would fall from my face. After dozens of hitting and painful groaning, he pierced the wood inside my flesh and brought it out. he hit me a lot of times more until my eyes were swollen and I finally met my limit and I couldn't take an ounce more of his beating today, just couldn't bare it anymore so I yelled in desperation and hopelessness cause in some situations he doesn't stop until I am passed out;
"I am sorry, please just let me go and I will never disobey you again please" he wishes...I LIED, I am glad he can't read me cause that would be very catastrophic
"never miss your curfew again understood" he commanded, but this isn't about the curfew. In fact, I don't even think I passed it today...
"Yes sir" I defeatedly murmured. He reluctantly uncuffed me, I immediately collapsed to the floor, I dragged by body to a crawling position to my knees and crawled out of his room.
