The Power Academy

Chapter 7- Nightmares Come to Life

A/n 

Hey guys, before we start this chapter, I just wanted to explain why this took so long. One of the reasons I am writing this book is to potentially heal from a very abusive ex boyfriend/dominant of mine, and I have blocked the memories out of my head. The way I write and how it makes sense to me is to visualize things, and this chapter brought up a lot of hard memories. Hopefully this book one day could help someone escape a situation like mine, but until then it's helping me heal from some of my pain. I will put a little recap on the beginning of the next chapter for those of you who would not like to read this. Personally I don't even want to write it, but as an author trying to work through my pain I think it's necessary.

If you get triggered from any kind of abuse, emotional, physical, or verbal I would recommend that you skip a majority of all of this chapter. 

Chapter 7- Nightmares Come to Life  

For about the fifth time in the past three minutes I've reached up to grab the door handle and froze. Every time I think I have gotten up the courage to go in there the blood has just drained from my face. If this was a fairytale, Jasper would magically walk down the hall to my rescue saying he wants to trade partners, but I could never do that to Gemma.. she is way too sweet and kind to survive Greg. 

I take a deep breath and use the thought of doing this so someone else doesn't have to, to finally take hold of the door handle and gently open it. I immediately saw Greg already shirtless and seething into the bathroom mirror, an empty beer can laying on the counter. It looks as if he had been ranting to himself while he was waiting. 

"Strip and kneel slut. Now," he definitely was not someone to mess with in this moment, so I decided to bite the bullet and submit to him, hoping that this would make it easier on me. Once I kneel down naked, I keep my eyes on the ground as he moves around the room, "I can't believe you… I mean how the hell… I tried to make things easier on you and you just had to fucking go and…. This will teach you your place bitch," the more and more half statements he stuttered out terrified me as he moved around the room pulling God knows what out of drawers. With each slam of a drawer I jump, terrified that the next bang will be him hitting me again. 

All I want is to run out of this room and never come back, but if I do that, someone else will eventually take my place, some innocent girl who probably won't even have the courage to stand up to him… I can't let him hurt someone else, not to save myself. 

Eventually the banging stops and I see his bare feet stand in front of me, "Hands." He says as I quickly hold my hands up to him. Unlike during class time, he doesn't care how rough he is, all that matters is that I can't get away. Once he finished tying the knots to his satisfaction, he pulled me from them up and over to the bed, forcing me to bend over it completely stretched out. 

Once my hands are tied, he harshly spread my legs apart and tied them to the bed posts, successfully stretching me out, completely helpless. "Now slut, how many times did you humiliate your Master?" He asks as he used a paddle to slap my ass harshly. I cry out and try to wiggle away, but he tied me with no room to escape. 

"Three times Master… I'm sorry Sir" I respond as he chuckled sadistically. 

"So clearly that means three different forms of punishment," he laughed as he slapped my other ass cheek, "this is just our fun fucking little warm up," he sadistically says as he slaps the paddle down countless amounts of time, "You are a disgrace of a submissive. I can't believe they even accepted such a disobedient and horrible of a slut as you. No classes could ever teach you how to learn to fucking behave, you're the worst slave I've ever had." By the time he is done, I am sobbing as he unties my arms and legs. I drop to my knees and cry, holding my bruised ass in my hands until he quickly tied my hands behind my back. Once he finished, he plops on the bed in front of me, now completely naked. 

"So, now that we have you in the right fucking mindset, your mouth talks back too fucking much in class. It's time you start to put that hole to it's true use," he grabs my hair and pushed my face right in front of his hard on. I'm visibly shaking as I envelope the tip in my mouth, hoping that if I obey he will stop being so angry. He quietly moans, and tilts his head back. For the first time since I opened the door, he doesn't seem angry, which pushes me to continue. As he starts to get into it, he thrusted into my mouth. Not expecting it, I pulled back slightly so as to not gag, which made Master squeeze my ponytail tightly. 

"Oh that's how you want to play it, huh slut? You want your Master to fuck your dirty slave hole of a mouth?" He shoved my head down his shaft making me gag, thrusting in and out quickly and forcefully as I gag and choke to try and get air into my lungs. My arms fight behind my back trying to get free, completely at the will of my "master" to breathe or not. After what feels like hours, but was probably only minutes, he comes unraveled and loses himself in thrusting into my throat, I gasp for what little air I can, and once he falls back onto the bed, letting go of my hair, I choke and cough the air burning my lungs after so long. 

The next thing I know, Greg has bent over, untied my arms and has chucked me onto the bed. I scootch back, terrified that this is the moment he is going to try to "take what is his," but before I can get away he's already grabbed my ankles and began tying them to the opposite posts. Sitting on my bruised ass, and breathing through what feels like my burnt lungs makes me cry out in pain. He rolls his eyes and goes back to what he was doing, and then proceeds to do the same to my arms. 

As I lie on the bed spread eagle, he walks out of the room and into the bathroom. He stays in there for a moment or two and I grow very anxious. When he comes back, he has is phone in his hand, "Say cheese, slut! I'm recording a nice little vlog for your family incase you decide to fuck up again and talk to another dominant." I jerked up as best as I could while being tied down and try to cover myself in any way, as impossible as that was. 

"Master please, my family clearly doesn't know about me. You can't do this," I beg him to turn the camera off. 

"That's not how this works slave, I'm your Master." 

"Red. Red red red red red" I cry as I try to get away. He freezes momentarily and laughs hysterically. 

"Slut, do you honestly think you have a choice in the matter? Now, here's where we have our last little lesson. You humiliated me in front of the entire cafeteria, so I think you should get a taste of that medicine." He turns the phone off and grabs a piece of paper. Quickly writing something on it in sharpie, and taping it to the door, he laughs, "what do you think slut? 'horny and helpless, free fuck for all' sounds good right?" By now my sobs of pleas and apologies are untranslatable. He walks around the room, sets a vibrator to random burst, and tapes it to my thigh so it is pressing right into my clit. 

"Now, this should keep you awake and needy, now we just have to shut you up." He grabs a ball gag from the side of the bed and shoves it into my mouth, securing it tightly behind my head. He then goes for a blindfold so now I can't even see what is to come next. "now slaves, how's that for 'red red red'? Have fun, maybe you'll learn your lesson about following the rules when I return. 

Left alone in the room from what I can tell, I continue to sob as the vibrator randomly goes off at different strengths and lengths of time, keeping me on edge. He is a sadistic bastard, using terror with the slightest amount of pleasure. From what it felt like, I was there for hours, trying to do anything and everything to get out and not focus on the feelings Greg was forcing on me from down there. People had passed the room, some clearly looking in and laughing at my pain, but thankfully no one has taken up the offer made by the sign. I was at the point of giving up and trying to sleep when I finally heard someone speak. 

"Kayla, what the fuck?!?" 

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A/n 

You guys I think that was one of the hardest things I've had to write. I know there is a lot harsher of content on here, and probably if anyone's reading this and into S/m they're probably thinking it wasn't that bad, but like, I had to pull this from a really dark time of my life, and sharing this with you guys is one of the hardest things I've done. 

On a brighter note, who do you think was the person to freak out at the end? Any guesses? 

As always, I love you all, thank you for your support, and I will try to be more active. 

~Lizzie 💜