You and Me (Shawn Mendes) BOOK THREE

Chapter 8

"I found her in the bathroom upstairs," The man who was carrying my body said. My head felt as if it would explode at any time and I think my neck had a wound on it. My shoulder blades felt as if they were tense or stuck. I groaned as he threw me on the ground.

"I don't want her dead, Josh. Try to not snap her neck next time," The headmaster said. Just kill me, I thought as I brought a hand to my neck to check for blood. I looked at my fingers and saw the bright red liquid dripping between them. I squeezed my eyes closed in pain as I choked back more tears. I felt a gentle hand caress my cheek and immediatly jerked back as I saw the man in charge squatting in front of me. He grabbed the back of my neck and dug his fingers into my wound, causing me to screech in pain.

"You will cooperate or I will hurt you over and over and over again, in ways unimaginable. Do you understand?" He asked, jerking my hair back so I would look at him. I nodded feebly and he tsk'd at me, yanking my head back again and rubbing my wound with his other hand. I sobbed.

"You will address me properly," He said. "Call me Master. Nothing else. Not sir, not man, nothing. but. Master." I nodded slowly.

"Yes, Master." I sobbed. He smiled and released his grip.

"Good girl. Now stand up," Master commanded. The very thought of standing made my head spin. I felt a harsh kick on my side. "Get up!" He shouted angrily. I squeezed my eyes shut as I feebly found my way to my feet, stumbling against the wall. My head was spinning and my vision couldn't focus at all.

"Take off your clothes," he commanded. The dizziness went away. I started to sob again as I tried to back away. He grabbed me by my hair and yanked me close to him. I could smell alcohol and cigarettes on his breath. The tears felt like lava rolling against my red cheeks. I wanted to scream, to yell and protest. But I knew I couldn't resist. I'm going to be raped.

"Take your fucking clothes off before I do it. And it will not be gentle," Master growled into my ear. I nodded. He grabbed my chin and jerked my head up to look at him. "You know no respect. You do not nod your head. I can not hear your brain rattling in your skull. What I can hear is your voice saying, Yes master! Do I make myself clear?!" his voice progressively got louder until it began to crack and break. My ear drums were throbbing because of his shouting in my ears.

"Yes master," I tried to push out. My voice was hoarse and high pitched. He slapped me across the face and commanded that I needed to be louder. "Yes master!" I yelled. My throat was on fire. He smiled.

"Now, take off your damn, ratty ass, slutty, clothes!" He bellowed. I felt the tears coming again as I slipped off my top and shorts. I stood there in my living room with my arms covering as much as they could. "All of it," he commanded.

With all of the courage I had, I slipped my bra and panties off and kicked them towards the wall. Master picked them up and tore them apart. I flinched as he tossed the shreds at my body. He walked around me and examined my body. I felt like a helpless antelope that was being circled by a menacing lion. I wanted to flee but I had no way out.

"Move your arms to your sides," he commanded softly. I could see him getting effected. I wanted to puke out everything in my body. I slowly repositioned my arms beside my body and he smiled as he picked up my left arm to observe my side. He traced a scar from one of my beatings with his finger. I squirmed and squeezed my eyes shut.

"We're going to have to get that removed... Along with all of your other scars..." he said as he looked at my body. I gasped. "I plan on fixing you. Your imperfections will become perfections. I will gather a schedule for you. You will be a perfect pawn in my game." he said, smiling. "Come," he said, holding out his hand. "You will be examined by one of the best doctors in the country. But she also knows how to make every single nerve in your body burn with one single shot. Do not test her." I swallowed my fear and took his hand as he lead me into the garage.

"Here, put these on," Master said, handing me a pale pink top with white roses on the hem, a pair of khaki pants, and some plain sandals. In his other hand he had a pair of lace under garments. I took them and began to get dressed. He never took his eyes off of me, but I averted my vision strictly to the ground.

"Good girl."