My Beautiful Killer

MBK FOUR

***SEXUAL CONTENT AND MINOR TORTURE***

FOUR

Pain, Screams, and Ink

*Cara*

The needle pressed against my skin and the buzzing was the most fearful part. It hurt but it was more of a scary thought than the actual ink being penetrated into my skin. I groaned in pain and flinched away from the person. The needle had been pushed onto the top of my right breast and it felt like a bee sting.

“Now now Cara,” my Master tskd, “you are going to ruin it!”

“It hurts!” I spat out.

“That is the point, the more you struggle the more it is going to hurt… and the more there will be added on.” He said.

That didn’t stop me. I kept flinching and yelling out obscurities as the needle touched my skin, the person giving it wasn’t gentle at all. His cool hands gripping my breast as he tried to hold that part still as he tattooed on me. It took forever it seemed but it couldn’t be any longer than a half hour or so. He finally pulled away and rubbed a scratchy towel over the area and ripped the blind away from my eyes, taking a chunk of hair with it causing me to yelp.

I looked down. My eyes adjusting to the light and I gasped as I found Anthro Vic printed on my skin in elegant cursive, it actually came out good which made me even more upset knowing my struggles and fight a fail.

“What the hell?” I demanded searching for his face.

He walked over to me and I gasped in outrage as he reached and ripped the top half of my nightgown down, revealing my bare breasts and his eyes started down at them to examine the tattoo. I didn’t even think before I spit in his face. He let out a hmpf and let his hand clap across my jaw. I only spit the blood out on the floor by his shoes and licked my teeth.

“You want more? Lets see what else I can do,” he said smirking before he walked off.

Flike was the only person in the room once the man who had scarred me with the tattoo disappeared up the stairs.

There was the sound of snapping. Metal claming together loudly and I felt bile rise in my throat as I grew more nervous. My heart pounding and my head spinning. I had never been this scared. The tattoo was painful but I had a feeling that whatever was coming next was going to be much, much more worse.

He came back to my chair with a set of pliers. Scratch that, they were pliers on steroids. They were sharp at the edges and the clamps looked like hooks almost. I glanced up at his eyes and my mouth parted slightly as I saw nothing, cold and emotionless. His lips twirled up in a small smirk and I swallowed loudly, hoping that some of my fear would go along. In his other hand he held a torch. He turned the knob and it came to life, spurting out a smooth blue flame that licked against the metal of the pliers.

He pulled it away after a while, his eyes meeting mine as a smirk played across his lips. “I have been very kind to you, would you disagree?”

I opened my mouth to answer but my words were broken as he clamped the pliers over my bicep. I screamed out in agony. The smell of burning flesh sticking into the air and searing white hot pain blinding me as the hot metal clamped and latched on my arm. He unclasped it after what seemed hours of nothing but pain, but it was probably no longer then twenty seconds or so. I hissed through my teeth, tears dripping onto my exposed thighs and my heart pounding.

“I don’t really think your opinion matters.” He sighed and handed the torch over to Flike.

He smirked, a look of pure evil and challenge as he flicked it on and let the flame dance over the still hot metal until it was glowing with bright orange and the tips were yellow. “In fact, I have been too nice. Letting you recover in my bed, giving you blood to heal quickly and take you out of pain. I don’t have to do all of that.”