Sinful Temptation : A bad boy romance

27. Nightmares

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A room cloaked in deep darkness, like it swallowed all the lights, the silence whispered fears and pain leaving only the chilling abyss. In the silent room a sound can be heard, very faint sound of someone's breathing, a child.

His small figure was in the corner, trembling in fear and cold. He felt pain, it was so hard to move, he tried to but the sound of clanking of chains echoed in the silent room, doing nothing but reminding the poor soul of his helplessness. The silence shattered when he heard someone's loud footsteps.

The child's body shivered in fear, his eyes brimming with tears. The sound of keys jingling filled him with dread, he knows what's gonna happen and he prayed silently, begging everything in the world  to stop it but all his prayer went unheard.

The door opened, as the footsteps grew closer, he recognized those steps. He tried to push himself more into the wall, wanting nothing but to hide himself from the horror he's gonna face, he put his head between his knees as he cried.

"Aww, baby. I didn't even touch you yet and you already started crying" the man cooed fakely as he stared at the boy. He get rid of the cuffs that was around the boy's wrist and pulled him up by his shirt collar, his grip tight and hard.

The little boy trembled badly, the man grabbed him and started to take him upstairs. Even though he wasn't safe in the basement but upstairs is hundred times worse. He tried to pull away from his grip but everything was futile.

The little boy was thrown on the hard floor harshly, as they entered inside the room. A cry left his lips when he was forced to stood up by a hand gripping his hairs. A loud sound of slap echoed as the little boy's face turned to the side, a handprint on his cheek.

"Didn't I told you, no sound unless you're ordered?" The familiar voice spoke. He kept quiet, his gaze down but his silence made the person more angry.

In less than a minute his shirt was off and he was thrown onto the bed, he tried to move, his eyes begging for mercy but all was useless. He was flipped, his chest pressed against the bed. He looked at the side and saw that person holding the whip.

"Now, now, why do you always have to do that? You made me so upset" the voice spoke, he bit his lip trying not to make any sound but it all went in vain when he felt extreme pain on his back.

"AHH" He cried loudly, when the whip slammed against his bare back, almost tearing his soft skin. The next hit came more hard than the previous one, making him scream more in agony. The torture kept going on, each hit felt more  painful.

They didn't felt pity on the small child as he screamed, they just cruelly whipped him until his back was covered in blood.  The poor boy was barely conscious when he was flipped again, he sobbed when his bruised back was pressed against the bed hardly. The sheets covered in his blood.

"Oh, no no. Did I hurt you? My, my, so sorry, baby. Let's me help you" the voice whispered near his ears, he shook his head, tears kept falling from his eyes. His heart dropped when he heard another crying sound in the room, he knew the voice but was way too tired to even move.