Repressed (Wattys 2014 Winner)

Chapter 26

I begged again, “Adrian, please don’t do this…” and screamed out when the second lash came down on my butt. Adrian pulled my hair and my head backwards, arching my back in the process, “Count the whiplashes.” He whispered huskily. It sickened me to know that this sort of deviant behaviour turned him on, but he was a monster, I had just…forgotten.

Another lash came down and I yelped, “Three!”

And so his torment began.

By the time I had reached nineteen, the lashes barely stung, my skin was numb and so was my entire existence. I hated him, I hated Adrian now more than ever. He was a ruthless, conniving motherfucker who deserved everything that would come to him, once I got my freedom.

As the last lash came down, I whispered, “Twenty.”

Adrian didn’t smile, or say anything. He was as exhausted as I was, the sweat dripping down his now bare chest, he had discarded his jeans and t-shirt at the twelfth lash or so. He ran his hand down my butt, he had made sure to hit me only on that area, seeing as it would be covered by clothing. He pulled away from me, “Stay here.” He walked to the medicine cabinet and grabbed something from there. He sat down on the bed and gestured for me to lie across his lap.

“Are you going to h-h-hit m-m-me again?” I stammered out.

Adrian weakly smiled, “As much as I’d like to, I feel like my biceps are going to tear any minute now, so no. No more pain for you, for now.” He added the last part and winked, sending a queasy sensation down my body. He gestured for me to come to him again, I hesitated and then padded slowly to where he sat. I leaned face down, I felt him rub his hands over the hurting skin, “Oh baby, are you in pain?” He hoarsely asked.

I whimpered and hissed when he began to apply a lotion.

“It’s an antiseptic, and baby cream, it’ll help with the swelling. Put an ice pack on your ass as you sleep too.”

I grimaced at Adrian’s choice of words. I grabbed his ankle as I tried to keep myself from falling off of him, I could feel his member pressing against my stomach. I wondered whether my pain aroused him, cause’ if it did, he was plain damn sadistic. Adrian chuckled, “As much as I want to fuck you right now, I can’t, so get off, I have work to do.”

Before I knew it, Adrian had pushed me off him, and now I was face down on the hard panelled floor. I whimpered again. Why did he have to hurt me in this way? Why couldn’t he let me go?

There were so many questions floating in my head and the answers, I definitely did not know. I didn’t realize how Adrian had turned into this…sadistic man who revelled in watching others squirm and shout in pain and anguish. It repelled and perplexed me at the same time. Adrian was definitely worse. He was never this way before. He had undergone a drastic change. And the change was for the worse not for the best.

I watched him unlock the room and leave, still dressed in nothing more than his boxers. I could feel my tears forming a mini pool on the floor.

“Get up, be strong.” I half-whispered, half-chastised myself. My freedom was coming tomorrow. I just knew it. And I knew Shane meant his words. He was an honest soul. A pure person. He wasn’t tainted the way Adrian was. Adrian, was pure evil. I shuddered to think that I had been staying with him for all these days. It was a week but it seemed like eternity.

The pain he inflicted was something I would never forget. He pecked all of the wounds that had taken so long to heal.

I stared at the Cartier Love Bracelet that adorned my wrist. It gave me strength. This was Alex’s sign of love for me and I would never forget it. I would never leave it. He was the energy in me, he was my motivation to keep tolerating the blows I was taking every single day.