Creepypasta x Reader (A New Beginning- Book 2)

Chapter 14- Fixed🌶️

A bright light invaded my vision as my eyes forced themselves open.
I was in a hospital bed, but it didn't look like I was in a hospital, more like an infirmary...and a rundown, cheap one at that.

"Thank you doctor" I heard a confident and calm voice ring through my ears, drawing my attention to my side.

...it was the boss.

"This relaxant keeps her completely still, unable to move, but can still see and hear everything" the doctor added "...and feel"

"Speaking of..." the boss muttered as he looked down at me feeling my stare.

I tried my best to move but my body wouldn't obey, all I could do was barely twitch my fingers.

"I've told you once 262. This is your home now. This is your doctors. That old room is yours to sleep in for the rest of your life. The only way you're getting out of here is in an urn"

Tears couldn't help but painfully sting my eyes as anxiety rapidly invaded my chest.

"You'll be kept in here and given sedatives to make you relax, you'll be able to leave once the boss is done with you" the doctor informed me.
Despite the drowsiness I exhibited he knew full well I could hear perfectly.

"That won't be any time soon" the boss grunted. I noticed the whip he held behind his back and my eyes visibly widened. The boss shook his head "I didn't want to do this, but I warned you 262"

'Don't.' I couldn't help but only think, no matter what my mouth couldn't protest.
'don't act like you don't want this! You monster! You'll suffer! I'll make you suffer!'

He held out the whip in front of him

'Don't!' I screamed but my words were only heard in my own mind.

'FIGHT BACK! Please move...' I begged myself as a tear finally slipped down my cheek. 'I can't do this! Not again...Please...'

One swish from his whip and the words in my head died out...nothing was heard other than the harsh cackle and I couldn't help but watch blood lightly trickle down my stomach. All I could do was lay there no matter how much I wanted to escape the pain.

He swiped again.

And again.

"He's a loyal customer. He pays me a lot of money to spend time with my girls.
You're strong I'll give you that, it's quite admirable really... I wouldn't want to meet the person who taught you how to do that but just know" he bent down looking straight at me "you'll never be strong enough fight back and I'll prove it to you"

He stood up straight and swiped down once more on my restricted arm with all of his strength, the whip tore through my skin leaving my skin split open as blood gushed out.

"Give her stitches and leave her on the relaxant. She has a guest visiting her later" the boss informed. He held no remorse in his tone as he left me alone with the doctor.

"Oh dear" he mumbled to himself as he took a look at me. He appeared to be in his 60s. "He really didn't hold back on that one my dear"

The relaxant had start to wear off and he noticed that I was beginning to squirm more. I wasn't even trying to escape, I just couldn't help but squirm from the pain, I wanted to hold myself, to curl up in an attempt of comfort but I couldn't, i was left tied in the open feeling vulnerable.

If they had me restricted then why use the relaxant in the first place? So I couldn't talk back and cause trouble?
So I couldn't try to fight back?
Screaming from the pain could've helped me to deal with it at least but they couldn't even give me that.