Little Peach *Completed*

Chapter 27

Grace's POV

I don't know how long he's been at it, but it feels like days, and he is showing no signs of stopping.

My body tenses as I feel the sensation of his belt biting into my skin, my jaw clenching as I hold back any sound. He had asked me to count as he hit me, but I'd refused, trying my hardest to stay silent as he started. Annoyingly a few whimpers had managed to escape my lips, but now I was determined to not give him the satisfaction, remaining silent for the rest of the strikes.

"It's not fun when you're like this Grace, you're ruining this for me." He says shaking his head, frowning patronisingly at me.

"Sucks for you." I smile back at him.

"I'll just have to try harder to make you scream for me then, won't I." He spits, storming out of the room.

Once I know he's gone far enough, I relax my body, trembling at the throbbing welts. I close my eyes trying to focus on anything but the pain, my mind finding comfort for me in the memory of all of us finger painting together in the study. I smile as I think of how accepting they were of me being in little space, how much they cared for me and looked after me. I felt so loved and wanted, not used and disgusting.

My thoughts of happier times are interrupted by a stomping on the stairs before he appears with something in his hand. It's only when it glints in the light that I realise what he's holding.

He's going to kill me.

Jin's POV

"Namjoon, Tae, Jungkook and Yoongi will go in to get Grace, the rest of us will wait in the car and call the police when you enter. Are we all agreed?" I ask, my heart racing slightly as I go over Tae's plan one last time.

"I still don't see why we need to call the police, we can deal with him ourselves." Namjoon growls.

"We need to call the police because we can't help Grace if we're all locked up, do you really want to leave her alone?" I snap, frustrated that he's not thinking about the consequences of his actions for everyone including the person we're trying to save.

"He has a point Hyung. As much as I'd love to beat the shit out of him, we need to focus on Grace." Jungkook reasons.

Before Namjoon can argue any further, Yoongi's phone pings with a text. All eyes are on him as he fumbles with his phone, scanning the text quickly, the smile on his face giving us all the boost we needed.

"We've got them, get ready." He announces, standing quickly.

I'm coming Little Peach.

Master's POV

There it is...that's what I wanted to see. Fear.

"I'm disappointed it got this far Grace, I was looking forward to having you back to myself, but now you've pushed me to this." I frown, the knife pointing in her direction.

A smile appears on my lips as I look at her eyes flitting between my face and the knife in my hand. She's scared, her body is giving her away by the way it's subtly shaking with fear.

I climb onto the bed, straddling her petite waist, the fingers on my free hand grazing over the red raised welts from my earlier beating. I feel her tense under my touch, her head turning away from me in defiance. Have it your way, but you will look at me...

Using the sharp edge of the knife, I drag the cold metal down the middle of her chest all the way to her belly button, a thin pretty line of crimson appearing, her head snapping back to look at what I'm doing.

"That got your attention didn't it whore?" I scoff at her as her eyes focus on me, wide and brimming with tears.

"Anything to say? Not going to apologise for being a disrespectful little bitch?" I ask, running my finger down the cut on her body, enjoying the squirming beneath me.

"Master..." she looks at me pleadingly, her voice small.

"Yes my pretty little slut?" I coo at her.

"Go fuck yourself."

Grace's POV

The sting as he runs the knife down my chest forces me to look at him, unable to tell how badly he's hurting me unless I look. I feel tears pricking my eyes, but I know that's just my body responding to the pain.

"Anything to say? Not going to apologise for being a disrespectful little bitch?" He sneers down at me, his finger pressing into the bleeding line down my body. I can't help but move under him. The combination of the pressure from his finger and the fact I was already sensitive because of the belt beating made it impossible not to try and move away from the pain. I'm still not backing down, no way...

"Master..." I manage to whimper.

"Yes my pretty little slut?" He teases.

"Go fuck yourself." I spit, the confident smile on his face falling quickly as his brain registers my words.

"You stupid fucking bitch." He hisses, dragging the knife harshly across my stomach a several inches, a cry of pain escaping my throat as tears finally fall from my eyes. This cut was deeper, this one wasn't a warning, this one was to hurt me. Fuck it hurt.

"Look what you've made me do!" He screams at me, waving the blood covered blade in front of my eyes.

"I'd rather die than be with you!" I manage to shout back, my voice firm but full of hate. Just kill me...

"You should be careful what you wish for Grace." He hisses, the knife point now pressed to my throat, his own body shaking, from what I don't know, and I don't care.

I feel the pressure increase at my throat. I close my eyes, at peace with the fact I know it's going to be over and I don't have to live like this anymore.

I'm ready...