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Chapter 2

(Amelia)

"Take her to the cellar", Alexander shouted, while staring at me, "ple--ase no, do-n't, ple-ase I don't w-ant to go ba-ck the-re, p-lease", I said while sobbing my heart away. He just watched me with 'amusement' in his eyes enjoying the sight in front of him, me begging on the floor, down at his feet and mercy. "Now", he shouted and I broke down, his guards started to walk towards me, two of them grabbed each arm and started to drag me. I started to scream and thrash my body trying to get out of the securing tight hold, everytime I moved they would just tighten there hold, hurting me.

The journey back to the 'house' went by in a blink of an eye, and I dreaded whatever was in store for me, behind those walls.

The doubled doors were then opened by the two guards who stood beside it 24/7. Once I was dragged in, all eyes were on me, the maids had a look of 'sympathy' and the guards just looked down, not wanting to break one of 'his rules', only his 'personal' guards could look at me, what bullshit. I also probably looked like a train wreck, with my hair all over the place and my face red from where Alexander had smacked me. The guards then started to walk down the long hallway the one I grew to know if I did anything I would be walking down this hall, we then turned to the left where there was a door that leads to the basement, where the cellars are. I started to shake thinking of the first time 'he' took me here. The one guard opened the door and we started to go down the steps, upon reaching the bottom, there stood Alexander in all his glory, smirking at me, I started to visibly shake, "lay her down", he motioned the guards towards the table. Once they placed me on the table, they cuffed my hands and legs to each corner of the table. I was quiet the whole time, I was to scared to make a sound or even move. He then bent down to whisper something in my ear, "Now my love, this is just a part of the punishment so don't get to worked up, okay", he then brought something out of his pocket and it was a piece of cloth, he then put the cloth in my mouth like he always does and turned around, he then stood up and walked to the table opposite to us, he picked up a long hot rod and walked towards me, the minute the rod touched my skin, I was a screaming, sobbing and a begging mess but nothing came out of my mouth, thanks to the cloth. The rod was extremely hot on the end, once he was satisfied he took the rod away and put it on its rightful place, I couldn't believe he had just marked me. Once I started to calm down he said, "we not yet done", he then uncuffed my hands and legs, and dragged me to the middle of the room, and raised my arms up, it was only after the 'clinck' sound I knew, he had chained me to the ceiling. He turned around and went to go an fetch a whip and walked back to me and said 'count',

'whip'

"one", I said while crying

'whip'

"two"

'whip'

...........

'whip'

"o-ne- hu-n-dre-d", I said a bit shacky from all the screaming.

My back was aching and blood was dripping down it. I'm sure there's a pool of 'blood' below me. Once the 'whipping' was done, he started punching me everywhere, I started seeing dark spots enclosing in on me, but just before I blanked out, I heard him say, "You'll never ever 'leave' me, my love", and kissed me on the forehead.