Returned to Elizabeth Olsen

02: Torture

Y/n's POV: [Three days before the call]

Mr. and Mrs. Eliot are what I have always addressed my parents, for as long as I can remember. I always wondered why I wouldn't call them mom and dad like the other kids at my school did with their parents. Growing up they said I had to address them that way. No clue why, but it's just how it was.

A lot of the things about my parents are odd. Like we never celebrate my birthday, non the less I don't know my birthday. Every year on the same day they hush around the house, and didn't even look at me on that day. Which was probably the best day of the year, to be honest. So I kind of figured that's my birthday.

They both have equally seen to my torture.

They pulled me out of school and started me with online school. When the teachers started talking about needing extra help in school, because I have never been able to keep up with the work they pass out, I fell behind by a couple of years in work. Now since I've fallen behind in the schoolwork online as well they pulled me from that too. The teachers started asking them questions, and why I wasn't getting the extra help I needed.

Since they pulled me out of school, they have given me a chore list that I must complete every day which is usually regular household things, but every once in a while they would throw a party and ask for extra things. Most of the time I would refuse and gain a torture day.

They would make me do the extra chores with a limp, after a night of beating. No matter that I ended up doing it. So I fell in line as you could say and did as I was asked. They still found a way to say it wasn't enough though.

Yesterday was a day of quiet, neither of them was home, I got my chores done early and was laying on my bed, which was a 3-inch foam mattress that didn't feel so good. In the broom closet that I call my room.

Today is usually the quietest day of the year but instead, it's the loudest at 4 in the morning. Both Mr. and Mrs. came into my room dragged me down to the basement, tied me to the post on the ground, and started a long day of torture.

"You know, you laying there like what makes me mad, the things that I want to do to you. That I shouldn't but I think I'm going to anyway." Mr. Eliot spoke first. Mrs. Eliot appeared beside me with an evil grin on her face.

First, her hand started on my wrist slowly moving up my arm to my face as I cowardly moved away. Her hand stopped and slapped me. It left a sting on the left side of my face. "You think moving away is going to help any? It's just going to make things worse for you."

She disappeared from my sight, I couldn't see either of them. I waited to look around waiting for what was going to come next. I didn't think this was going to come next. My pants disappeared then my shirt was cut away with scissors and Mr. Eliot appeared between my legs with nothing on.

"You deserve every little bit of what comes next sweetheart, and for every scream or cry I hear it will earn you another slap on that ass of yours got it?" He spoke harshly as he spread my legs can this day be over already?

Moving closer and closer he stopped when his hips met mine, pushing his dick where it didn't belong. Screaming and crying waiting for it to be over as he rammed himself into me. His repeated punishment must have lasted close to an hour before I gave up and just laid there limp letting whatever happened, happen.

Finally, when removed himself from inside of me, he left the room. Mrs. Eliot came up beside me and spoke. "Let's just say that pretty little ass of yours just earned its beating with how much of a fight you put up."

She sat on a chair in the corner of the room smirking at me, between how many times this has happened before it's almost like she thinks this is a game for them to play.

It wasn't long before Mr. Eliot returned fully clothed. Smirking as he entered, " So I believe you earned 4 rounds of 50 spanks tonight if I'm not mistaken, sweetheart. As usual, you will count, if you mess up we start from the beginning got it?"

I nodded my head, he removed the chains, before standing me up facing to the wall and cuffing me standing up before he started. This time he waited before he started he walked away. I could hear both Mr. and Mrs. Eliot standing in the corner whispering tonight. The only thing I heard was Mr. Eliot speaking up behind me.

"I guess tonight is our last night for a while, let's make it last. Honey? Could you get the whip instead I want this one to leave a mark?"

"Be right back my love."

I didn't take her long before the door opened and closed as someone left and returned.

"It's time, let's begin shall we don't forget to count this is my last warning sweetheart."

Smack "One" Smack "Two" Smack "Three" Smack "Four" Smack "Five"

This repeated until the end of the first round of 50. They both left, not speaking a word leaving me there just about hanging for the cuffs that were connected to the ceiling.

It seemed like they left me there for good because the front door opened and shut a few times before I heard a car drive away leaving me, in the basement alone and naked.

I watch out the basement window the colors of the sky slowly turn different colors as day turns to night and night turns to day. I knew I was stuck there was no way for me to get out I couldn't do anything, they had never left me strapped to the ceiling before.

I could only wait and hope someone other than Mr. and Mrs. Eliot would come down to find me, I had had enough of this torture for a lifetime. 12 hours turned slowly into 72, that's how long I waited before I heard someone open the basement door and come down the stairs.

"Call the EMTs, I've got a young girl down here. In need of medical attention." I couldn't see who spoke. "Miss I'm going to release your hands, just give me one second."

I tried my best to pay attention to what he was doing, once my hands were free my body dropped to the floor not having enough energy to stand up. When I felt a hand on my arm, I freaked are they back?

I unknowingly pushed myself against the wall and into the corner. I didn't want any more punishment. I've been through enough for my lifetime. Another hand brought me out of my thoughts.

"Honey I'm here to help you, okay I need to treat your wounds. Can you turn around for me?" When I looked up I could see a woman with short brown hair crouching down in front of me holding a blanket. Hiding me away from other prying eyes.

I reached out for the blanket and wrapped myself in it before looking up again.

"I need to bring you upstairs so we can take a better look at the hospital, do you want to walk up, or do you want me to carry you?" She spoke kindly, behind the kind face was it torture or safety?

Slowly standing my legs shook before I made it to the stairs my legs gave out on me and I landed limply on the floor. Not knowing what could come next in my life.

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