Anti-Academy

Shattered

WARNING:
This chapter will have some gory details to one of Sang's punishments, some harsh language, extreme abuse and can lead to some very horrifying images in your head. None of this to my knowledge has ever happened to anyone in this fashion this is just where the story took me. I tried to curb as much of the gore as I could. I apologize if this is still a chapter that is too much for you. You can try to skip it if you would like. I will place *** where the gore begins and ends.

"You BITCH!!!"

My door flies open waking me suddenly. Shooting out of bed I face Mother. She's livid. Her face is almost purple with anger and she's holding something so tightly in her fist that it cracks.

"Who is he!?" She screams.

Max and Marie must still be gone. After Marie left Max phoned the house and told me and  Mother that they'd be out on a job and didn't know when they'd get home. After I gave Mother the phone I hid myself in my room. I didn't want to tempt her into a punishment, looks like I failed.

"Who is here?! Is he in here now!?" She starts looking around my room like I'm hiding someone. "How did you meet him?! Did you sneak out again!?" She throws the thing in her hand at me. It hits my forehead before falling to the ground and I finally see what has angered her this time.

Marie's pregnancy test. 

She must have used it in the upstairs bathroom and threw it away without any clue as to the consequences it could have. Why should she worry about that? She doesn't know about any of this. I look up in dread as mother stomps towards me.

"Did you think I wouldn't find out!? That you could hide this from me!?!" She jerks my hair back giving me no choice but to look into her eyes. "I will teach you to disrespect my rules!!!" Still holding my hair she literally drags me out of the room and down the stairs.

I don't even try to explain. She would never hear it anyways. It would just be more lies to her, more excuses for a worse punishment

When we make it to the basement stairs she shoves me down them with such force. When I try to catch myself I hear and feel my wrist crack. I can't contain the scream that leaves my throat nor the tears that follow.

Her cackling laughter echoes off the basement walls as she makes her way down the stairs.

When she make it to the bottom she kicks me because I haven't moved. I don't have the strength to move. So she kicks me until I'm out of her way.

This time she doesn't even ask me to set up her torture tools. I'm not sure I can even get up myself. I try to put pressure on my wrist but pain radiates up my arm. When I lift my hand my wrist is hanging at an odd angle. I don't even know what to do next.

I didn't even notice Mother approaching. Yet know I'm doomed when her hand tangles in my hair once again.

"You'll regret trying to make a fool of me. I'll make sure you never can again." She yanks me over to where she moved the chair and brought out the stand and straps me in.

My arms are spread straight out from my body, my wrists anchored to the posts with leather bindings and my legs are also pushed out and strapped at the ankles. She pushes my head back knocking it into the wood  several times stopping just before it splits my head open. "Can't have you passing out and not feeling anything. Can I? Oh and I definitely don't want to give you a severe concussion! I never want you to forget this moment." She says as she gets right in my face and looks into my eyes. The hatred in her eyes runs to the core. There is nothing else in her eyes except the sick and twisted joy she gets out of my pain.