My Dominant, His Submissive | ✔️ COMPLETE

Chapter 19.

*Zayla*

Trying my hardest to survive this hell hole knowing that Zee will find me at some point, I can feel my whole body numb, but with a little bit of soreness.

I don't know how long I've been here but it feels like many long days.

I can tell my body has deep cuts and bruises, severe ones.

I can barely even move as I hang from the chains above me. I know I'm going to die if I don't get medical help soon, anyone would say the same if they seen me in this condition.

As I stand here holding on for dear life, I hear a door open and I see him.

"How you feel?" He asked knowing that I'm doing horrible, as he plastered a smirk upon his hideous face.

"Better than ever." I lied as I smirk.

His smirk drops and he looks irritated. "Well then it looks like you need something that will show you what pain is and what it feels like then. Yes?" He said walking towards me, his hands in his pocket.

I chuckled before cursing him out in Spanish.

He chuckled before turning on his heel and walking away, heading out the door.

It's been about 20 minutes and I haven't seen my father ever since our encounter around that 20 minutes.

After thinking when he will return I hear the door. And it was indeed my father.

I don't look him in the eye as I scan his body.

He holds something in his hands and I see it was a blow torch. Deep down I'm scared but I knew to hold back my fear.

I don't want him to know how truly scared I am. 

"Let's see how much pain you can take now. Yes? He says. I can hear his strong accent as he talks.

He walks slowly close to me as he talked.

"You know I always that you would be smart enough to figure out how your mother died." He said as he walked slowly towards me, fidgeting with the blow torch.

"What are you talking about. She died because she was sick." I said as I finally looked at him face to face in confusion .

He chuckles and finally finds his way in front of me.

"Is that what you think?" He laughs more. "You think she died cause she was sick? No that's not how." He said with a straight face now.

"I pressured her into killing herself, because I hated you. I wanted you to suffer." He said as he turned it on holding it close to my skin.

I can feel heat but no pain.

Not yet.

"Why are you doing this? Why do you hate me so much that you have to hurt me?" I said with no emotions just curiousness, but oh so weakly.

"Because. You took something away from me that matters." He said.

Before he could hurt me with the weapon, we heard gun shots and screaming.