Page 76 of Slaughter

“Take all the time you need,” he states before turning his back to us and walking out.

He shuts the door, and I feel my chest tighten when I look around at the chains that hang from the walls and ceiling. A metal cross leans against the far wall with straps lying open to bind your wrists, ankles, and neck to it. A black padded table on my right has thick black leather straps hanging open from it as well. A wooden bench on my left has hooks bolted to the floor in places where a person can be tied down or chained.

It reminds me of the room where Avery threatened to leave me. Panic starts to rise.

I turn and stare at the back of Avery as he still faces the closed door. “Please don’t…”

He spins to face me, and I take a step back at the look in his eyes. He looks as if he wants to murder me. He rips his bow tie from the collar of his shirt, and then he’s undoing his buttons. The fabric is ripped from his broad shoulders and hard chest. His muscles flex as he breathes deeply.

“I am not your slave!” I shout at him, finding my anger. How have I ended up here? We both swore we would never be a part of this life.

He storms up to me and slaps me across the face. My head snaps to the side as I take in a shaky breath. “I warned you, Bunny.”

I taste blood, and my eyes narrow on him. I refuse to back down. Not this time. Not in this house. And not even for him. “You are pathetic.” I spit in his face. A muscle clenches in his jaw. “Gonna hit a restrained woman?” I snap. “Then fucking hit me,” I shout.

He slaps me again, and I find myself laughing like a mad woman. “Go ahead, Avery. Make me black and blue.” I hate that I’m egging him on. I hate that my body feels something when he treats me like a whore. Maybe this is how it was supposed to be all along. Him destined to be a fucking bastard and me a worthless slave.

I’ve been with him for what, a week? Maybe two? I honestly don’t know. The days all run together. He has yet to kiss me on the lips, but the slaps, they feel like a kiss in the most intimate way.

I’m so fucked up!

He grabs me by my collar and yanks me forward. I trip over my feet but manage not to fall on my face. He brings me to the center of the cold and dimly lit room and spins me around. He undoes one of my wrists and then turns me to face him again. Before I can get my balance, he’s locking my hands in front of me.

Then he’s yanking them above my head. I look up to see a chain hanging from the ceiling with a hook on it. He places the chain that link my wrists together over the hook and then yanks on the one dangling next to it.

I cry out as it pulls me up onto my tiptoes. My shoulders and back pulled tight.

He places a finger in the hook of my collar and yanks my neck forward once again. I refuse to cry out at the pull in my arms. “You wanna learn the hard way, Bunny, then that’s exactly how we’ll do it.”

He lets go, and my body sags in defeat. He turns away from me, and I watch the muscles in his back move like waves as he rolls his neck. He opens a door. Whips and chains of various lengths hang from hooks along with pieces of leather. Some look like belts, others like paddles. Ball gags and full face masks along with ropes and collars. A sadist’s dream. Our fathers would be impressed.

He grabs a long, thin black leather belt and turns back to face me. My heart races as I pull on my restraints even though my pussy throbs.

He walks behind me, and I feel him lift the back of my dress, exposing my bare ass. I whimper.

He steps into my back, and I feel his hard cock press into me, his hand going to my thighs. I try to pull away when it slides between them to cup my pussy.

“Tell me you don’t want it,” he whispers roughly in my ear. “Once again, you’re fucking wet, Bunny.”

I wiggle my hips and tears start to sting my eyes. “I hate you.” Because of what he makes me feel. Makes me want.

He ignores it. “You’re gonna count. To ten. Do you understand?”

“Bastard,” I whisper, feeling my hands start to go numb from being pulled tightly above my head.

He takes a step back from me, and I bite my inner lip. Waiting for that hit, I refuse to show any sign I like what he’s about to do.

“Wanna know something, Bunny?” he asks, and the first tear runs down my cheek. “I like doing it to you as much as you like taking it.”

Then the belt hits my ass.

My body jerks in the restraints, and I cry out, unable to hold it in as the leather strikes my skin. So painful it takes my breath away for a second.

“Count!” he orders.

“One.” I gasp, and my pussy tightens at the feel of his power behind it. He’s not holding back.

He strikes me again, and this time, it’s lower, across my upper thighs. My skin burns as it feels split open, and I bite my bottom lip to keep from screaming out at the pain, but at the same time, it has me panting with need.

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