Heart of Stone

💣Chapter 5💣

 Contains subjects of rape

Axle POV

Flashback

It's been a week since I went to the L.A.O. headquarters. Somehow, Caroline found out that I had hired them to kill her. So she decided to move her 'present to me' up to now. 

She knocked me upside the head, knocking me out. When I woke up, my wrists and ankles were bound and I was naked. I saw her from my peripheral vision. She was in hot pink lingerie. I guess she believed she looked sexy. Rox was a thousand times better, and I haven't even seen him without clothes on. Wait? What the hell am I thinking?! Not gay not gay not gay!

I snapped back to reality to see her walking slowly towards me, swinging her hips with each step. I felt ready to throw up. The bed dipped under her weight, then she straddled my waist. I glared at her. I began to pull at my restraints. They didn't budge. Panic started swelling in my chest, but I pushed it down. I pulled harder. Nothing. Caroline waved the key in my face. "You aren't getting out, darling. Now be a good boy." Lunging as far as I could, I bit the air in front of her. 

She laughed. "It's cute how you think you're in control. No. I'm in control darling." She got off me and walked over to her bedside table. She pulled out a flogger. My eyes widened.

My chest was red from the hits. Tears pricked my eyes, but I held back my sobs. When she finished, I tugged even harder on my restraints. They still wouldn't break. I looked at my left arm. Blood ran down it. I must've broken skin. It's funny how that didn't even faze me anymore. After everything my wife has done to me, and is doing right now, this isn't really anything.

She slapped me. Covering my mouth, she forced me to swallow a pill. The pill made me have an involuntary erection.  Tears streamed down my face, just waiting for it all to stop.

End of Flashback

I was shaking. My whole body hurt. I ran a hand down my face as I stared at myself in the mirror.

Red marks from the flogger marked my skin. My eyes were bloodshot from crying. Blood had dried on my arms and wrists. The wounds were still open. There were bruises all over my body, and a red mark on my face from where she slapped me. I felt and looked like shit.

I bent down to get the first aid kit from under the sink. I winced as I stood back up. I cleaned and bandaged my wrists first, then applied a healing balm to both my chest and bruises. I washed the blood off my arms before walking out of the bathroom.

I walked into my closet, getting my comfort hoodie and sweatpants. The door clicked shut behind me as I left my room.

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When I walked into the kitchen, Byride looked at me in horror. She stood up and walked out of the room. I sighed. I was used to it by now.

She didn't know how to react when things like this happen to me. We didn't have the best relationship, but I still tried to improve it when I could. I mean, I wouldn't want to spend time with the person my own mother basically attacked every day.

I called for a servant to make me some dinner. He made me my favorite, pot pie. I complemented him after he served it to me. I also allowed him to take the day off.

I tugged my hood over my head. I always felt really safe in this hoodie. Most people might associate this with when they were in pain, but I saw this hoodie as part of my healing process. Both mentally and emotionally. My physical self I could work on just fine, but the other two took longer. I was still on the path of getting better, one day at a time. Even though some days I am knocked to the very beginning, like today.

After eating, I walked into the living room and sat on my couch. I pulled out my phone and dialed up L.A.O. "Hello, this is Rox Myers from L.A.O. What can I do for you?"

"Hello Rox." I purred. I could hear his breathing hitch.

"Gov-I mean Axle. Hello, what do you need?" I heard his breathing get faster. I loved the reactions I got out of him.

"I need you and your colleagues to kill my wife sooner rather than later. She...did something to me that I would rather not speak of. I want her dead." He paused, probably wondering what had happened.

"Of course, sir." My jaw ticked. I closed my eyes and tried thinking of anything except for Rox sprawled on my bed calling my 'sir' or 'daddy.' 

"See you soon, hun. " I whispered into the phone.

"B-bye." I hung up as soon as my wife walked into the room. She stared at my outfit before glaring at me.

"Who were you speaking to?" She asked. My glare intensified.

"That's none of your god damn business." We stared each other down. After a few seconds she broke away and stalked off.

She would most likely leave me alone for a few days. She does know my limits. She just normally chooses to ignore them. But, when I wore this sweatshirt, she leaves me alone. Ironically, the sweatshirt was given to me as an anniversary present when she was pregnant with Byride. The one year we actually got along.

I sighed before walking into my bedroom to go to bed. When I got into bed I curled into a ball and began to cry myself to sleep. I had a dream less night of sleep that night.