The Undoing

Haphephobia

Master Damien hit me again and again as punishment. I don't know what I did this time or if he was just in a bad mood. Fighting back was never an option because it would end with me unconscious for several days. I refused to give Master Damien the satisfaction of seeing me in pain, it only gave him pleasure. Master Damien started to get bored of just using his fists so he picked me up by my hair, pulling me towards the basement. I wondered what form of torture he would use this time. The only thing he hadn't tried yet was biting me. It had to stay that way or everyone would know what I really was. He went through the motions of chaining me to one wall, giving me a hard kick to the ribs. The rusted chains dug into my wrists and they started to bleed. Master Damien walked over to another wall, this one filled with more weapons and torture devices that anyone could even think possible.

"What do I use first? Should I start gentle or just skip to extreme pain? I think I like that idea, don't you?" Master Damien pondered while turning around to face me. I just glared at him, using every ounce of self restraint to keep myself from breaking these chains and killing the evil man standing before me. He walked over and stroked my cheek softly and i jerked my head away. He released a menacing chuckle and something changed in his eyes as they raked down my bruised and battered body. They now held an overwhelming sense of lust. Master Damien licked his lips hungrily and made quick work of unlocking the chains and throwing me on the small bed in the corner. He climbed onto the bed and I scooted away until my back hit the cold wall. At point my blood was burning through my body. I had endured countless forms of torture but this; this was where I snapped. Master Damien grabbed my arms, more than likely to pin me down, but pulled away immediately. His hands were red and looked like they had been holding something burning hot.

"What's wrong with you? How did you burn my hands so bad with just your skin?" he questioned, all signs of lust gone, now replaced with sheer terror. I smirked and released my appearance seal. My eyes went from a dull grey to a glowing violet with silver specks. Any wounds I had healed and my skin gained a lavender tint. Delicate patterns spiraled down my arms and legs like spider webs. Master Damien scrambled to get off the bed and away from me. I smirked as I got off the bed and glided over to the wall of torture. Looking at all my choices I glance over at him and noticed he was trying to get away.

"Tsk, Tsk, Tsk. Now this won't do at all. Why try to run? You and I both know you can never escape me Damien." My voice had a dulcet tone and sounded more like singing. I picked him up as if he weighed nothing and chained him where I had previously been. I glided back and saw big containers of gasoline with a lighter nearby. Picking up a few, I carried them upstairs and left them in random places around the house before walking back down to the basement. Using one more container to drench Damien and cover the floor I walked up the stairs, still pouring gas. I then continued to douse the rest of the house and recast my appearance seal. The illusion of a normal, human girl returned and I pulled the lighter out, started it, and threw it into a puddle of gas on the porch. I stepped back to watch the house go up in flames before bolting into the surrounding forest, hearing Master Damien's screams of agony grow fainter the farther I ran. What a great birthday.