The Psychopath & The Suicidal Boy (ON HOLD)

CHAPTER THREE

AVERY'S POV:

"Let me go! Please don't do this Marcus!"

Laura's scream was so loud I was forced to sit up from where I was lying. To my surprise, I was sitting on a thick wooden plank hanging beside the door inside the cell. My left foot was bounded by a metal shackle similar to the one he used to hang me on the ceiling. The only difference was that the chain connects to a ball that weighs about a ton making me look like a medieval prisoner.

"No, please... Marcus, don't do this to me." I heard Laura's shaky voice from behind me. It sounded like she already gave up fighting that she let fear took over. She was pleading and crying as if Marcus was to end her life.

I refused to turn and look at them. I only listened to the loud thud of something like huge wooden case that was closed shut. My heart almost skipped a beat when the next thing I heard were chains clanking and a sudden swish followed by a loud clanging of some huge piece of metal. I swallowed hard and took a deep breath. I haven't heard a word from Laura after that. Was she dead?

I gathered up all my courage to turn around and when I did, I saw Laura tied up on a huge wooden frame-like structure — a self-made guillotine. She was on her knees, bent over the floor, with both head and hands sticking out of a hole at the lower part of the frame. She couldn't barely speak. Three feet above that hole was a chain suspending the huge vertical blade up; which Marcus was holding with his right to prevent the equipment from killing her right away. On his left hand was a horsewhip. I was not sure what it was for but upon seeing his naked body, I assumed it was for his own pleasure.

The fact that he was completely naked made me look away but unfortunately he noticed me. "So, you were snooping. What a pervert!" He satirically mouthed off. "Don't be shy, look at me."

I refused to look at him. I couldn't bear to watch an actual rape scene. I couldn't even watch pornographic films and videos. They only remind me of the day where I saw my mom making out with a guy other than my dad. I could accept the fact that dad was already gone but seeing mom with some other guy was not a good idea for me. It was disgusting. Everytime I hear those weird noises at night, I couldn't help but throw up. 

"Come on Avery, don't be such a hypocrite, I know you want to watch." He insisted but I remained unmoved.

I expect his anger would flare up but I was wrong. He didn't say a word again. I just heard the chains clanking. My heart leaped. I grew anxious to the fact that he might let go of the chain that was holding the huge blade up. A stir of conscience was brought up by these sounds. I couldn't argue with it. I was compelled to look but before I even turned my head sideways, I felt Marcus's presence behind me. 

I was so nervous; my heart might explode any minute. When I heard the cell door squeak open and smelled that manly sweat of his, I knew I was now his target. He kicked the ball attached to the chain  and pulled my hair that I fell on my knees down the cold grimy floor. Then he lifted my chin up giving me a view of his tattooed body and his privates. I tried to look away but his grip on my face was too strong I couldn't turn away.

"Look at you. You are so thin; you almost look like a girl." A wry smile curved from his lips. "You know what girls do?" He narrowed his eyes and pressed the tip of his erect penis on my lips. I closed my eyes and tried to keep my mouth shut but then he beat me with a horse whip on my back. The sting slowly crept in.

I endured the pain of the whipping. He beat me up until it burns. I felt blood running down my back down to my butt. Still, I refused to open my mouth to even catch a breath.

"Good one. Let's see how long you can take it." He challenged me.

His beatings became more intense this time. I could feel the whip dug into my flesh that I stumbled on the floor. He grabbed me by my hair and held me back up. He was about to beat me again when Laura snatched his attention.

"Stop!" She screamed.

I heard the chains clanked continuously followed by a loud chuck. Blood splattered on our bodies. Marcus dropped the horse whip. His grip on my hair loosened a bit so I turned my head to side and saw Laura's severed head on the floor. Her blonde hair was completely soaked in her own blood. Her blue eyes was now glassy and lifeless.

"What a stupid bitch! She knew that if she say a word she will die." He coldly exclaimed. He just looked at Laura like he just had a roadkill then he quickly shifted back his attention to me, "Aren't you afraid yet? You're next."

I managed to force a smile on my face. This time I played along. "Why would I be afraid? I was to commit suicide when you found me. You can kill me right now." I was aware that he will torture me until I beg for his mercy but I won't. I was here to die and I would stick to my word.

Marcus laughed uncontrollably upon hearing my answer. "You never fail to amaze me." He let go of my hair. I had enough of his beatings that I collapsed without his hold. As my back hit the floor, I winced from the pain caused by the wounds inflicted on it. This was what he wanted to see — a face of someone suffering from great pain.

"That is what disobedient slaves get from me." He crouched infront of me and examined my face carefully. His maniacal laughter echoed in my head. 

"Pain is nothing new to me. Do what you want until I die." Faint words of surrender escaped from my mouth. I couldn't move a single limb. I just closed my eyes and wait for his next move.

He didn't say a word. Instead, he turned me over exposing my naked body. The chains clanked as he lifted my legs up. I already had an idea of what he was going to do but I was too weak and undetermined to struggle.

I heard him spit and felt his saliva roll down my balls to my hole. I just held my breath and clenched my fist as I felt the tip of his penis prying my butthole open.

I gritted my teeth as he went deeper. The pain was unbearable. It radiated all the way up to the lower part of my spine. I bit my lip until I felt the blood run down my jaw. I started to sob as he was fully inside me.

When he began thrusting, I broke out on cold sweat and wailed in pain. I was clawing the cold hard concrete hoping he would end the torture. "Please, just kill me. I don't want this." I cried almost losing it. I was begging him to end my suffering but he wouldn't. He thrust even harder that I screamed.

"Come on slut, beg for your master's mercy." He uttered in a breathy voice. I couldn't see his face but I could tell he was panting.

"I won't be disobedient no more. Please stop! I'm begging you, please." I bawled out in intense pain.

I tried my best to be resilient but I couldn't take the pain anymore. He knew I won't beg if he killed me. I already read him enough to tell that he rejoiced in human suffering. I didn't want a slow painful death. I wanted to die right now or else I needed to play along.

He groaned in pleasure and pushed to deep down my bowels. I felt a warm sensation deep inside and my hole burnt like I had a bad diarrhea when he pulled out. I was aching all over that I puked and peed myself.

He got out the cage like nothing happened. He locked me up and didn't say a word. Only the rusty hinges of the cage made a creaking sound that was later absorbed the walls padded with black egg crates as soon as he locked me in. I was left cold and beaten without any strength to even clean myself.