The Strongest Hit.

Chapter 39: These Violent Delights

Hailey's POV:

The sharp sting across my cheek and the way my head involuntarily snapped to the side was my wake up call.
Asher Monti was welcoming me home.
Another slap, and I could taste the blood from my lip.
Asher had a thing for split lips.
I darted my tongue out and licked the oozing blood.
Still refusing to open my eyes.
I didn't want to see the sadistic pleasure that was sure to be written all over Asher's face.

"It's time to wake up, Kenny.
It's time to pay for your sins against me.
I'm your God, Bitch!
I want my fucking atonement!"

The sad part was that Asher probably really believed he was my God.
For years I had let him control me.
My mind, my body, and my free will.
It was easier to cope with his cruelty than face my own demons.
And I thought I deserved it.
His torture.
Until Justin came along, and woke my soul up.
I was done playing this deranged man's game, it was time to play my own.

"Open your eyes, or I'll slice his throat right now."

My eyes snapped open the second he threatened Justin.
They say everyone has a weakness.
Pretty Boy was mine.
My eyes glazed over Asher and the surrounding room.
They instinctively found their match.
Hazel on hazel.
He was barley recognizable.
His t-shirt was ripped to shreds and soaked in his blood.
I could see the slices on his skin.
His cheekbones were swelling and black, his lips busted and bleeding.
If it weren't for his eyes, I wouldn't know it was him.
Tears were dripping down his face as he stared back at me.
I could see he was fighting against his restraints.
His body trying to break free.
"Baby"  he brokenly whispered.

His gaze was ripped away from me as Asher's fist connected with my left eye.
The blackness that followed didn't last long enough.
The pain didn't like to be ignored, and neither did Asher.

"I'm sorry for hitting you, Kenny.
I just get so jealous sometimes, ya know?"

Asher's hand was wrapped around my neck, he fingers gingerly pushing down on my windpipe.
In his other hand he held a large knife that was covered in blood.
Justin's blood.
I wanted to look over at him, make sure he was still with me.
But Asher wouldn't allow it.

"He's barely alive, princess.
Your wandering eyes caused him to suffer more.
I think I may have punctured something vital...he's starting to look like shit."

Asher began to laugh as he took the knife and skimmed it roughly from my neck all the way down to my panties.
My thoughts were so focused on Justin,  that I hadn't even realized Asher was cutting them off.
When did he take off the rest of my clothes?
How long was I out for again?
Fighting Asher would only make Justin suffer longer.
I had to end this quick, it's the only way he'd survive.
It was time to play my game now.

I left my heart with my dying husband and let my own demons out to play.

Asher was still running the knife up and down my body, when I changed my breathing.
It became heady and deep.
I tilted my thighs out as the knife made it's way down my body.

"I knew you'd like this, being the whore that you are.
Do you like feeling my knife covered in his blood on your skin?"

A hungry moan escaped my lips before I felt his fingers inside me.
He was rough and demanding...and I did nothing to stop him.
I could hear Justin moaning out in pain.
His words incoherent.
I said a silent prayer that his mind was too far gone to watch what was happening in front of him.
Asher pulled his fingers out of me, and slowly licked his tongue up my body.
His face was so close to my own, it took everything in me not to head butt him.
Instead I leaned forward and kissed him.
I let his tongue take over. Let him bite into my already bleeding lip.
Let his hands roam my body.
I let him feel like a God.
He took his time touching me.
Still holding onto the knife.
My body responded to him...pressing my core into him.
Begging him for release.