Black Rose

Impress him.

Note: all the people that caught the last update in its first few hours up, this is the same thing. I posted them together not split. So if you are confused, that's why.

Content Warning
Chapter contains violence.

Blake yanked me across the room and I let out a yelp of pain. He just scoffed and continued pulling me. I heard the squeak of a door's hinges then he pulled me again and I felt cold tiles under my feet.

This new room felt bigger than the torture room. The air was warm, and damp, and from somewhere nearby I could hear a kind of humming noise, though it was hard to say from what it originated.

Blake left me, and I heard his feet slapping against the tiles, collecting something, before returning. I heard a clicking sound, then felt something cold against my neck. I sucked in a breath as I realised what it was.

A knife.

Blake held it against my skin and whispered into my ear, his voice cold. "I don't want to hear another sound out of you or these next few tests will get a whole lot harder. Understood?"

Too scared to speak with the knife at my neck, I just nodded. He dropped the blade and I let myself relax slightly. My relief was short-lived though, as the moment after he took the blade from my neck, he ripped it down the mesh exercise shirt, tearing the fabric in two and exposing my bare skin underneath.

I gasped, and bit my lip to stop myself from crying out. He paused for a moment, then peeled the top away from my skin, exposing my chest and stomach. I was still covered by the bra he had given me, but it didn't give me much respite.

He went lower.

He pulled at the band of my shorts and cut right down the middle and across the legs. With a tug, he tore them off, leaving me bare before him in just my underwear.

For a few moments he was still, so close I could hear his breathing.

Then I felt the barest caress of my stomach, him tracing the words he carved into my skin. I shriveled at his touch, reminded of everything he had taken from me, drawing me back into the memories of his hands gripping my sides, him shuddering atop me, splitting me in two with the pain.

It was the blade that drew me out again. The cold metal cutting across my bra. Then my underwear. Until I was fully naked before him. Again.

I instinctively reached up to cover my breasts but he grabbed my arms and stopped me, the knife in one hand, pressed against my flesh.

"Stay still my rose. Let me look at you."

Fighting against my better intuition, I dropped my arms, swallowing the lump in my throat. Blake was silent for a few moments, before he let out a sigh.

"So much potential, wasted. You would be so beautiful if you were skinny."

I bit my lip, trying to ignore the aching pain deep within my chest as he said those words. It didn't work.

He ran a hand over my bicep and I shriveled at his touch. He was silent for a few moments before speaking again. "Give me your hands, my rose."

I frowned, before hesitantly lifting my wrists towards him. He took them in the hand he had been using to stroke my shoulder and held them together. Then I heard a clicking sound and felt something thin and strong wrap around my wrists. It got tighter and tighter, until I could barely move my hands apart. Then there was another, clamping down around my arms further towards my elbows. Then another, midway between the two, and another at my wrists.