Expected Betrayal

Im sorry

My stomach dropped as my eyes roamed around the dimly lit room. On the back wall hung a set of chains attached to the wall which made my body shudder. Would he tie me up there? My palms began to sweat as I continued on examining the room, there were various tables with what appeared the be torture devices sitting atop them.

Suddenly Dylan grabbed a fistful of my hair and began to drag me towards the wall with the restraints, "N-no please I'm sorry for running please " I choked out between sobs. His hold only tightened as he lifted up my shaking form and pushed my back against the wall effortlessly.

He roughly grabbed my wrists and placed them into the handcuffs before securing them , officially leaving me chained to the wall. My breaths were short and ragged as my mind ran crazy with what could happen to me. I couldn't defend myself he could hit me, or worse, rape me. Shudders ran down my spine as that thought settled.

Suddenly I realized he wasn't near me anymore, but by the tables I saw earlier. He was picking up what appeared to be a small pocket knife, but it looked extremely sharp. My eyes widened and my hands tugged at the restraints. Seriously what is with these guys and making me feel like an animal.

Dylan peered over to me, a smirk mounted on his face before stalking over to me. My eyes widened as he held the knife in his hand, rolling it in his palm as he walked. Well hopefully he will kill me quickly.

I spoke too soon.

My whimpers turned to screams as he plunged to knife into my upper left thigh, turning it slightly as he did. My eyes shot to his own hoping to find a look of regret but all I saw was amusement. This was all a game to him. He seriously enjoyed this. My screaming stopped when I realized that's exactly what he wanted, well he won't get it .

Unpleased with my sudden silence he twisted the knife and pushed it dangerously further into my thigh. The pain was horrible and I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming out. My silence was really beginning to make him angry as he suddenly ripped the knife out of my thigh earning him a few whimpers of pain.

Blood was running down my leg seeming as if it would never end. My body began to get numb and my eyes heavy. Great I get to die chained to a wall. I wonder if my mom realized something was wrong and came home early. As my eyes began to feel incredibly heavy a smirking Dylan appeared infront of me with a medical kit.

He pulled out a large pad and some gauze. He put some pasty substance on the pad before planting it on my thigh and wrapping the gauze around it, stopping the bleeding. A sigh left my lips as I no longer had to watch myself bleed to death, although the thought of dying sounded so good at times.

"Don't fall asleep yet love, the fun has only begun" he whispered dangerously low and moved the hair from my face. The tears had began to fall again which left a satisfied look on his face. Sadistic fucker.

Although there was still pain from my thigh it wasn't as severe as before and so for that I was grateful. Dylan watched me for a moment before moving back to the table and picking up what appeared to be a branding iron. My body was on full alert as he neared me with the metal rod. "This is a lovely piece of art" he began as a few rebel tears slipped down my cheeks "It's the only branding iron ever made with a self heated case" he grinned .

My stomach churned and my nerves skyrocketed "I'm sorry please stop please don't please" I begged as he neared me. The metal had a dull orange glow as he twirled it carelessly, "You sound so pathetic when you beg, you brought this upon yourself remember that" . And with those final words he pressed the rod into my stomach, earning him exactly what he wanted . My screams.