Fight For It

Chapter 30.Fight For It

I cried out in excruciating pain as he poked the side of my naked breast with the cattle prod yet again. My hands were bound up above my head. I didn't know how long I had been like that but my hands had lost all feeling.

I could feel the rope burn worsening on my wrists every time my legs became too weak to hold up my body weight, taking a break and leaving all my weight on the ropes around my wrists.

Max must have been a Boy Scout or something because his knots were expert, I knew without something to cut the rope or burn it I would never escape.

Again, I wailed as the prod electrocuted my breast. Each time my mouth opened to release my screams I could taste blood seeping from the cut on my lip from one of the many blows I took to my face. Whether it was the paddle or the power of Max's fist that caused the gash I couldn't remember.

Max walked out of sight, probably to retrieve a new torture device and I shifted my gaze down to where my breast had been tortured. Sure enough, there were multiple, awful looking welts.

I cried silently, no pained facial expression, simply tears continuously falling from my eyes. I was glad my pants were still on and the only sexual thing Max had done to me was fondle my chest rather harshly and attempt to kiss me.

The only person I could think about was Asher. I had surely been gone for hours; I wondered if he was worried about me, I wondered if he had tried to call me, I had my phone on me until Max heard it buzz, ripped it away from me, and threw it across the room. I was sure the screen cracked when it hit the floor. I chuckled to myself, why was I concerned about the well-being of my phone when my well being was in the highest amount of danger I had ever experienced?

I knew I was becoming delirious, the pain getting to my head. It made me feel dizzy, and my tears stung the cut on my lip only adding to the torture.

Footsteps were reproaching and then Max was back in view with a smaller device and two clip-looking objects. Sure enough, the clips were nipple clamps. He set the small device down and moved closer placing the first clamp on. He closed it slowly, building the anticipation when suddenly I cried out.

"Oh yeah, I heard these things were pleasurable, so I added a few small needles to fix that," he sneered. I tried my best to block out the pain searing through my sensitive nipples. My entire body tensed all at once and I nearly fainted when Max released the taser on my body. I screamed louder than I had all day as he continued to shoot electrical currents through my body.

"Please stop!" I howled and surprisingly, he did. He retrieved the small pieces that had been attached to me and began resetting the device. I dangled from the ropes shaking from head to toe. When I gathered enough strength to lift my head I locked eyes with him just in time to watch him launch the taser at me again.

My screaming only continued for a short time before he stopped the electrical current and set the taser back on the table.

"God damn it," he huffed and hurried over to the stairs. Confused and relieved at the same time I allowed my head to rest against my arm with my eyes closed.

To my surprise, I heard the doorbell upstairs ringing. That was why he left the basement so suddenly. If only the person at the front door could save me.

I heard the basement sliding door that lead to the backyard open. I knew it was Max, there was no purpose in opening my eyes. At this point, I was wishing he would just kill me.

"Fucking hell Scarlett," a voice whisper-shouted from the sliding door, but it wasn't Max. I pried my eyes open and looked in the direction of the voice to be met with worried, and furious golden brown eyes.