Page 60 of Vicious Vows

"Don't run yet, Faye. I haven't even started with the pain yet. We've got all day." He leaned down and whispered into my ear.

Once again there was no twinge of hope inside of me that I would be able to get out of this. The man who washed me down in the shower after James tried to force himself on me was no more.

He brought his foot up and pulled a knife from his boot.

"I've killed thirteen people with this blade." He placed it right on the side of my head, forcing me to see the glint of the metal and just how sharp it was. I shivered hard when he placed the sharpened edge against my cheek. "Don't become number fourteen."

It was his warning for me to be still. I locked every one of my muscles down, desperate to comply.

He brought the blade down my spine before sliding it back up to the collar of my hoodie. He hooked the knife under the fabric and with one pull sliced through the thick fabric as if it was made from paper. Next came my sweatpants. My bra. My panties.

I lay there completely naked waiting for the blow that would take my life.

"Did she tell you how to take a hit? Did she tell you that she used to join in on some intense sessions at a BDSM club where she was beaten and bruised while the rest of us looked in for fun? Farrah is truly one of a kind. I bet she trained you in the same way."

BDSM?

I had no idea what he was talking about. I knew there were a few times when Farrah had come home bruised and beaten but even though I could tell she was in pain there was always a smile on her face and she was flushed with extra cash. Is that what he meant? Was he going to beat me?

I shook my head no, unable to speak to him even if I wanted to.

"Oh, you're lying to me again. I think she did. Let's get started shall we?" He grabs me by my throat and pulls me up so I'm on my knees. "Put your hands up." He ordered letting the handcuffs in his hand unfurl before tossing one side over the rail of the canopy above my sister's bed. He was going to string me up like a damn Christmas ornament.

I didn't move as fast as he wanted me to and he squeezed my neck again, hard enough this time that I couldn't even gasp. My arms shot upwards desperate to get some reprieve and he finally let go of my neck to tie me up.

On my knees naked with only a gag in my mouth and handcuffs around my wrists, Dominic stood back to examine his work.

"What have you done to yourself?" he tsked and stepped forward. He ran his finger down the front of my thigh and I looked down to see a large gash maybe about two inches long going down my leg. It was from the glass in the window. I didn't realize it was that bad, at least it'd stopped bleeding. "At least I know you're willing to go through some pain to get what you want." He shrugged once before pressing along the sensitive area. I tried to move my legs but I couldn't get far enough away.

Pain shot through my body as Dominic continued to roughly examine the cut on my leg. It was so intense it felt as if I would pass out. Fear blossomed to life inside of me at the thought. If this was bad enough to have me ready to tap what would it feel like as he was doing whatever else he'd planned to do to me? The punishment he was gearing up to give me.

"Your skin looks like it belongs to an angel. It's a fallacy. It belongs to the devil, let's paint this pale skin red shall we?"

It's the calmness of his voice that has me so on edge. I don't know what he's going to do to me but the fact that it sounds like he's just reading from a book instead of talking about my life is what makes me feel extra crazy.

Dominic brought the box he'd found in the closet behind me so I couldn't see what he was up to and I heard him rustling around inside. Seconds later he placed something hard and wooden on my skin which caused my back to arch forward in an effort to get away.

"Now, let's have some pain." He grabbed my hair, yanking it back so he could whisper in my ear.

I sucked in a large breath waiting for the blow to come. I thought I'd been prepared. Nothing could have prepared me for the explosion of pain that detonated in my body from the first hit.

There was no warm up, no softer blows to build up to the torture he was inflicting on me.

Even through the gag my screams pierced the air.

Dominic hit me over and over until it felt like my ass and thigh muscles had turned to mush beneath my skin. Properly tenderized.

"You're nothing but a whore. A bitch who thought you could sneak into my life and screw me over! I should blow your fucking head off." He yelled at me.

The insults coming out of his mouth hurt almost as much as the paddle against my skin. I pulled on the cuffs that held me until blood began to trickle down my arms.

Soon enough the pain became too much and I had no choice but to give in to the sweet allure of unconsciousness. The reprieve didn't last long. I woke up to Dominic's heavy hand smacking the side of my face.

"Wake up, Faye. No rest for the wicked, my sweet girl." He shook my face from side to side until my eyes focused on his. My eyes dropped down to his hands and a fresh bout of tears. He was holding a device I'd never seen before, it looked like a mixture of electrodes and metal clamps. Slowly, meticulously, he pressed the electrodes to my body.

On my breasts, my thighs, my back, even on my pussy lips before he continued with the metal clams. One on each nipple and one on my clit.

"This is what you wanted isn't it? You wanted to be abused and used up like your sister." Dominic growled again and stepped closer to the bed where the control for this odd contraption was located next to me.

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