His Amour

Chapter 1.

I grab onto the chains arching my back as the first lash of the whip comes. Breaking the skin almost instantly. I wince in pain but don't dare scream. They feed off my pain.

The next one comes almost knocking me out. Almost. I'd take a thousand deaths than go through this pain. Over and over again. I clench my teeth together and shut my eyes tighter.

Silent tears coursing down my face. I pull at the restraints and feel as they bite into my skin. Another mark on my flawed body.

The torture lasts more then I can handle. But I will myself 5 more minutes, each time I feel myself about to loose it. My body goes limp, no longer feeling the pain.

No longer having the energy to pull at the restraints. Or arch my back. Or grab the chains locked onto my wrist. Completely down on energy.

I bow my head and let the pain distance itself away from me. Completely submissive to their actions.

"I think she's had enough, sir" the man, that was once beating me, says.

"You think she's had enough?" His voice booms.

I force my eyes open and stare at the artwork before me. He's breathtaking. From his looks down to the way he sits.

His eyes hazel with specks of gold surrounding them. His hair in a messy due at the base of his head. His sharp jaw, tight with anger. Anger directed at me.

He stands from his royal seat and without so much as a word his men make way for him to pass by. His steps are both even and graceful as he reaches me. Holding power in every step he takes.

He comes to a sudden hault when he's before me. He slowly takes in the brutality of my beating and his eyes become lustfull.

His eyes rake my naked body. Nothing to cover myself but the chains.

The painfully tight chains wrapped around my wrists, ankles, and torso.

My body in full veiw for the monster before me. A digusted looks takes over my face and I quickly disperse it. Not having enough body energy to take anymore pain.

"You're quite the sight, Rosa" he says, tracing a finger around the outside of my nipple down my stomach and to the area around my bellybutton.

Before I can stop myself, the words come flying out of my mouth, "you're really a sick bastard".

His hand freezes at the middle of my stomach and in a flash of lightning he slaps me. Slaps me so hard, tears spring to my eyes. My face heats up and where he slapped me starts to tingle.

I groan in pain before leveling my eyes with his.

"You really are a piece of work. Just like dad had said. Always walked around like you were the shit. No, Rosaline, I am the shit and you are mine. You are mine. You ungrateful, bitch" he hisses, wrapping his hands through my thick hair.

"Oh, Migúel. Continue to humor yourself. But remember your power is in the hands of someone much more powerful than you. Don't get ahead of yourself, too much" I say, mustering all the courage within myself.

"That's enough!" He barks, his voice ringing through the hollow walls.

He quickly unchains me and takes hold of my hair pulling me down the dark, gloomy corridor.

With none of his men following alongside him, he's completely vunerable.

I twist in his hold, not recognizing the pain in my head.
I bring my elbow up to his face and listen to the crunch of his nose.