Les Twins' Princess

Black Rose

Chloe's pov~

"I thought you were stronger than this Chloe, such a disappointment." the sound of a whip meeting skin bounces off the walls, my throat throbbed from being over used, but somehow I still managed to release a blood curdling scream. Which only got me another kiss from the leather whip Rider held tightly in his grasp, "Shut the fuck up Chloe!" A plastic cap dropping to the cement floor causes me to freeze before I start to violently thrash around in my restraints, desperately trying to escape what's to come. At the sight of my struggle Rider laughs maniacally making me see red, "Y-you bitch! F-fuck you, I hope y-you burn in the d-deepest pits of h-hell for this!" Even though I could not see Rider due to me wearing a blindfold, I could almost feel the anger radiating off of his very being, and I didn't try to hide the victorious smirk breaking out onto my face. Now was it a smart decision to be playing with fire right now, when I'm basically a sitting duck, no it wasn't. But I wasn't going to regret anything I was saying, now or later. I've waited too long to tell Rider all of the shit I wanted to, to hell the consequences.

"Wish you wouldn't have done that." and with those words liquid was pourn all over my back, soaking into the ripped up flesh. For a second everything stood still, nothing happened, I started to believe Rider had thrown water onto me in order for the hits to be more effective. However that would have been the easy way out, no? When the liquid's true effect set in I took a deep breath and a shrill scream bursts from my throat, ripping the tissue. It felt like I had been doused in acid and time had been put in slow-mo, allowing me to feel my flesh being eaten and burned off. It was alcohol, not a Bud Light or a Budweiser, but fucking clinical rubbing alcohol. The fresh gashes on my back sizzled and burned with every passing second, and with every passing second my wails got louder and I wished for death to find me sooner.

I'm not sure how long that went on, Rider repeatedly hitting me with the piece of leather, then pouring alcohol all over my fresh wounds. It had gone on for so long that I had gone completely numb, only small whimpers and sobs could be heard from my dry blood stained lips, and right when I was about to pass out due to the pain Rider would always bring me back. "We can't have you falling asleep, you would miss all of the fun then." Rider would say as he splashed ice water in my face, instantly causing my eyes to snap open and senses to heighten.

I fought in the beginning, kicked and screamed profanities in both English and French while Rider was beating me, thrashing around when he would kick and punch me. But after a while I just didn't have it in me anymore to fight back, my body was shutting down on me and the pain was just too much. My vision would fade in and out, both from the large amount of blood I had lost and the severe amount of pain I was going through, "Please Rider!" I would yell at the top of my lungs when Rider had decided it would be fun to hang me up spread eagle and use me as a punching bag.

"What's the matter Chloe? You were talking so much shit when we weren't together, What. About. NOW?!" punches, kick/punching combos, and different types of weapons were used on me while I hung there, helpless and defenseless. Having no other option but to hang there and take what was being given to me. It felt like I had been hanging there for hours, days even. My arms and legs numb due to being pulled in an awkward position for such a long period of time. The only thing I could really do was pray, pray for it to end.

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I was willing to bet money that the temperature was well below zero right now, the floor felt like ice and the windows had gathered icicles. My body was shaking violently, from two things; one being due to the arctic temperatures, and two was from my body being in shock. I should be panicking right now, my vision was blacking out periodically and my head felt like I had been hit my a truck from how bad it was pounding. But I just layed there, allowing my body to shut down, allowing myself to give up. I could almost feel myself dying, and if this had happened earlier in my life, I would have welcomed the blackness death promised. However three people were stopping me from entering the afterlife.