Pained.

Four.

Kane

"You embarrassed me in front of everyone tonight. You made a fucking fool out of me!" Alexander snapped at me as I held a towel to the back of my bloody head.

He took off his blazer and tossed it on the bed next to me.

"You know, I was trying to be nice. I let you slide one too many times tonight and you went to far. You disrespected my family and that's where I cross the line. I've been trying not to show you this side of me but it seems like that's what you want. In two days, you've disrespected me more than anybody in my entire life has. There are rules and regulations that should be followed, if they aren't then you will suffer the consequences. There are repercussions for your actions, my love."

He rolled up the sleeves of his button down shirt and cracked his knuckles.

My head was throbbing and I was too weak to respond. My vision was clouded. At this point, I was seeing three Alexanders.

"You belong to me now. I'm not wasting anytime giving you my last name. Tomorrow, you will be Kane Amir Ross and there is nothing you can do about it." He stepped in front of me. "So now, for your multiple acts of disrespect, you will be dealt with."

"Wai-" Alexander backhanded me with so much force I fell off the bed.

"You wanna be disrespectful, hm? I'll show you what happens to disrespectful bitches."

He yanked me up by my black button down shirt, ripping a few of the buttons off. He punched me square in the nose, making me hit the floor again. Blood was leaking from my nose but that didn't stop Alexander. He was furious with me and all I could do was take it and suffer.

He kicked me in my stomach and in my side repeatedly, knocking the wind out of me.

"You wanna disrespect me in my house!"

I was curled up in a fetal position as he beat me senseless. I was drifting in and out of consciousness.

"I'm not done with you!" He flipped me onto my back and pounded my face in. A blow to my eye, to my jaw, to my nose again, jaw again, lip, he was throwing punches everywhere.

My face was leaking everywhere. I knew I would be fucked up in the morning.

Finally, he stopped. His white shirt and slacks were stained with my blood. He dragged me by my ankle to the walk in closet. It was pitch black in there.

Darkness, one of my biggest fears.

"D-Don't put me in there, please.." My voice came out weak and whiny. The pain was surreal.

He dropped my limp body on the floor of the closet, walking back out.

"I'm sorry, wait! P-Please, don't.." Tears welled up in my eyes, "Please don't leave me in here alone."

"Maybe you'll learn your place." He slammed the closet door, allowing the room to fall back into darkness.

I started beating on the door, "Let me out, please! Open da' door please! Please!"

I balled up on the floor, hugging my knees to my chest, and cried. Fear crept up my spine as I stared at the darkness around me, nothing could be seen.

I was left alone with my thoughts and nightmares.

...

My eye was swollen shut, my body was sore, and my stomach felt like I had been trampled over. Alexander beat me to a pulp last night and now I was suffering the aftermath.

The pain I inflicted on others while fighting was nothing compared to this. He was brutal.

The door to the closet opened and there he was, standing in the doorway with a smirk.