Monster (BWWM) complete

Chained

They didn't go far, just on the other of the metal door was a large open area. A set of wooden stairs sat opposite of the door he had been pushed through, but that was it... besides the chains hanging from the ceiling.

He was chained with a thick rusted chain wrapped and locked his wrists and hoisted up by an old crank, his toes barely touched the ground when Marcus was down. It hurt. His shoulders burned so bad pain shot through his back and his wrists felt as if they were breaking. The chains dug into his wrists and cut in deeply, causing thin trails of blood to twist their way down his arms.

He felt as if he couldn't breathe without feeling pain.

Blood, fresh and bright against the gray concrete below him. Blood not his own covered the ground - Krissy's. His stomach churned and he became light headed at the thought of her being chained up like this, feeling this sort of pain. He was left hanging there for hours, until his body was numb, until he was exhausted and his mind was hugged by haze.

But then, sometime later, she appeared, a black whip in her hands. He had blinked, unsure if he was really seeing the thick, leather, black horse whip in her hands. She coiled its end around her hand. Bryce swallowed. She lightly smiled as she came to a stop in front of him. She was wearing a black shirt, pants, and high boots. Her hair was up in bun. She was coming to work.

His blood ran cold. "What are you doing?" He asked quickly. "Why are you doing this?"

"How are you doing this morning?" She asked moving behind him, out of sight. His dried lips press thinly together as he tried moving his head around. "I had a lovely breakfast, I would have had you and Krissy join me if you weren't two bad kids yesterday." He bit his lip hard, barely blinking as he turned around and stared out in front of him. There was no reasoning with this woman. Maria paused. "You're awful quiet today. When I ask you a question, you should answer." After another moment, the woman sighed. "Very well..."

A minute wiggled, a full minute, by before it hit him. His mouth flew open silently, mostly from surprise then from pain... at first. He barely had enough time to prepare himself before another bolt of pain came as leather met his flesh through his hoody. And another and another one... His body swayed, sneaker clad feet failing to stay underneath him.

His hair stuck against to his red, sweaty face. His eyes burned as sweat continuously dripped into both from his forehead. A strangled whimper fell from his lips as her whip once again slid across his back. He bite his lip, holding in a cry. He would not give her his cries. This... sick woman wouldn't get him to... crack. His frame was hit by a series of shivers.

She appeared before him, her own face wet with sweat, brown eyes wide with joy. A smile graced her pretty features, she was absolutely enjoying this. His blood dotted odd places on her face, her forehead, her chin, her cheekbones, her lips. He felt ill and sick with anger. "All you have to do is say your sorry for your behavior yesterday. That's all...All you have to do is say 'I'm sorry, Mother'."

He openly stared at her. If he wasn't in so much pain, he would have thought this was a prank. A sick prank. "I... I... won't..." His mouth is dry, his dry lips bled from his teeth sinking into to swallow his cries. "Why... in the hell would I-I call you mother."

"Because my dear, Bryce, Mother is everything to her children. She is who protects the children, feeds the children, clothes the children, allows them to live... and who I believe can take that that all away. A Mother is everything to her children and I am everything to you now. So you will call me Mother." She wiped at her forehead with a dainty, white handkerchief from her pocket. "Fine..." She said after he remained silent. " It is fine if you do not want to cooperate." The woman shrugged, vanishing from view again. Despite his strong stance, fear blossomed behind his chest.

Not even a second later, his body was surging forward as another blow sliced more of his back open. He was not even sure when he blacked out, but it happened because he found himself violently forcing himself awake again. He awakened with a flinch, waiting on a blow. Only the woman appeared in front of him, face less then pleased.

He wanted nothing more then to feel smug about that.

He breathed haggardly, in short quick pants. She grabbed his chin in a vice like hold, forcing his gaze to lock on hers and an odd noise pressed by his lips.

"Say sorry... say it!" Her fingers dug into his face. "You don't want me to kill you in here, now do you? You don't want to leave your precious Krissy here alone with me, now do you?" Her words, gripped him as reality. "Now... say sorry... say, 'I'm sorry, Mother'. You don't want your precious Krissy being hurt again because of you, now do you?"

He was unsure what to say.

When the boy only stared at her, she lets go of him in frustration and stepped back, and shook-out the bloody whip before beginning to walk behind him again. He could hear her boots scuff across the floor.

He flinched.

"Marcus, bring me Miss Krissy."

"I'm..." His weak voice halted her. He licked his bleeding lips and blinked rapidly. "I'm... s- sorry, Mother." He whispered, something inside him shrunk. He wouldn't allow his pride to cause Krissy any harm.

Maria appeared before him and smiled brightly. "Good boy..."

He couldn't even stand, let alone walk. His shredded, bloody hoody clung to his wet with blood body. Marcus dragged him back into the room and he had no energy to fight it. His head lifted however when he entered, his eyes searching out his girl. She was still there. A cool blanket of relief wrapped around him. Krissy now sat along the far wall, her arms covered in dried blood were wrapped around her legs, and a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. She looked up when they entered. Her face and body noticeably relax, but her brows furrowed.

She carefully raised to her feet with one hand pressed into the wall behind her, she looked troubled about what he looked like. He could only imagine. He tried to smile. The man sat him onto the ground on his stomach and wrapped his collar back around his neck with a daunting click. He felt weak. His whole body shivered.

"Do not touch him!" He frowned, twisting and lifting his head around, finding Maria in the open doorway. She was staring at Krissy who froze in her pursuit to get to him. "I don't want you two touching each other." Maria ordered. "I mean that... if you do, you'll have to face the consequences if you disobey me."

"But he's hurt..." The girl shot back, her attempt at holding her temper failing briefly. "He's bleeding too much, damn it!"

Maria face turned blank, but a flicker of something appears in her brown irises. Anger. Fury. Bryce's breath stills in his chest and he looked sharply at Krissy, willing the her to shut up. He was... alright.

"That was his choice... a mistake, really." The woman said simply. "You're obviously making one of your own right now, Krissy."

"I'm fine..." The boy quickly said seeing the expression forming on Krissy's face, "Krissy, I'm really fine." He tried. He couldn't let the girl be hurt again, not because of him.

"Bu- "

"Just be quiet..." He hissed, black spots appear in front of his vision, and he lowers his head, resting it on the ground, it throbbed. No arguing. No more arguing. "Please..."

The other teen falls silent, her jaw clenched. She turned her gaze back onto the smug woman before her.

"I hope you two will be able to join me for breakfast tomorrow morning." She left.