Page 3 of Marked for Redemption

The fucker was brave. Much too arrogant for my liking. He was at my mercy. It was time to cut him down to size. Flipping the knife around in my hand so that the blade is pointing out and facing down, I checked when I took it off the wall to see if it was sharp enough. Although a dull blade could be fun in a torturous way.

I pierced the skin on his shoulder and rivets of blood trickled down his arm. He healed almost immediately. I trailed it across his chest and down the center of his stomach. Even though his body trembled from the pain, he didn't make a sound. Stubborn as they come, he refused to let me see any weakness coming from him. The speed of his healing capabilities proved a lot more fun than I thought it would be. His fangs pressed against his teeth, clenching as I dug deeper.

Taking my time, I moved over his thighs, his calves, across his feet, and swiped quickly up to his shoulders. I knew he was in pain. The cuts from the blade were searing. The sharpness should have burned from the white heat it created. All that remained were clean lines of blood, the only indication that I had done some damage. Too prideful to make a noise, he just hung there like a limp doll. Now it was time to have some real fun. The kind that was made for the sadist deep within me. The one that needed to be freed from the confines of the internal binds of my soul.

Gripping his shaft in my hand and applying just enough pressure to make the appendage hard before taking the knife and placing it at the base of his thick dick and dragging the knife up to the head. That was when I got a reaction from him.

“Fucking whore!” He shouted at me. “What do you want?” He seethed.

Maybe, I’d finally upset him.

He gritted his teeth just as I moved to his nipples, striking the blade quickly across each of them, slicing them in half. He lamented, and I knew that if he were free, his strength would be something to fear. It would be a glorious sight to see.

He was fully erect and ready to fuck.

Lethal.

Glorious.

In another time, I would be the one to bend over for him. It was going to be his worst enemy. Glancing at his scars, I knew that he’d endured more than he was receiving now. Good thing this was a warm-up. So how did he get those wounds?

I picked up the paddle with the metal spikes at the end and stand behind him. I regretted that I wouldn't leave any marks when I finished. It would be an amazing piece of artwork. I pulled his head back so that he faced the ceiling, almost as if he was praying for mercy, but that didn’t exist here. Holding it there while I swung my arm back and landed powerful blows to him on his ass with the paddle repeatedly.

Blood coated my face, hands, thighs, and the floor. Fueling my thirst for more, so I kept going. Healing as I struck him, he'd feel the pain for as long as I needed him to, making him the perfect target. When he finally gave up and submitted to the violence against him, his grunts became groans. Before they turned to cries, it was when he shouted out in pure agony that I finished him. Hard enough to knock him unconscious, I blasted into him, hitting him in the center of his spine. I heard bones break, but there was no reason to have remorse. He’d heal. I moved away, feeling a surge of energy in my body. I wanted more but had sense enough to know how much I’d exhausted his body. Plus, I wasn’t trying to kill the man, just make him understand who was running this show, and it wasn’t him.

I’d expelled my anger from the day and also made my point. I hung the spiked paddle back up on the wall and walked into the room that held the cameras and a direct view of him. I knew it wouldn't be easy to break him. It could take days or even weeks. But when he did, he was going to be all mine.

COLTON

The beating at the cruel hands of my keeper made me tired. I allowed the pain to take me under, offering me a reprieve from my reality. I was no closer to knowing what she wanted. Nobody tortured for fun and games without gain, right?

Drifting away to my favorite place. There was a view of the mountains, tall and intimidating. The water drifted in steady waves as it moved along. I could hear the rush of the waterfall off in the distance, but here the water didn’t rush. Instead, it soothed the soul. As I neared my preferred spot, I noticed a woman there. Thinking better than to disturb her peace, I turned to leave.

“There’s room enough for the two of us.” She shouted my way.

I paused, debating if I wanted the company. It was my dream, after all. No matter that my brain conjured up a woman when I was sure that one had just taken advantage of me being drugged and unable to fight back. Looking at her beauty was astounding. Long brown hair so dark it appeared to be black. She had it braided off her face with gold pins accenting each intertwined gathering of hair.

She had golden deep brown skin, hooded hunter green eyes, and full lips that beckoned you close for a kiss. I’d never seen someone so extraordinary. She waited for me to leave or come near. Though this fairytale lived inside my head, she still seemed taboo, as if touching her would change me forever. That couldn’t be when she was something I’d conjured up.

I was on the path to death, anyway. No need to take away one of life’s greatest fruits. Women.

Sitting down beside her, I left enough distance for her to have isolation if she needed it. That didn’t stop me from admiring her. Her posture was upright, like a queen perched waiting for an audience. I didn’t hesitate to reach over and touch her hair. She flinched, a move so slight I almost missed it.

“I won’t hurt you,” I say, trying to reassure her. “I’d never do that. Even on my most ruthless day, I couldn’t hurt a woman. Especially one so beautiful.”

“Men are a different story?” She says, her eyes lighting up in mischievous laughter as she tried to hide her mouth.

“They are. I wouldn’t hesitate to hurt a man if he deserved it.” I state, letting the truth spill from my thoughts.

She closed her eyes and swallowed when my hand dropped to her neck and stroked the hair there. I noticed the vein in her neck and realized that I was more than a little thirsty. I was starving, and her pulse was enticing me in ways I never thought one could. It offered life and the rhythmic thuds seemed to warm me of danger. It provided a ridiculous concept. She lived in my head, so she couldn’t be a threat. As ravishing as she appeared, it seemed more likely that I’d die from a blissful round inside her than her attacking me.

“The way you’re staring at my neck makes me wonder if you’re trustworthy.” She giggled. It was the sexiest thing I’d heard in a while. Probably because I was used to being around barbaric men training for battles. Sex was something they put on ration to control the anger, channeling it into training and preparing for what was coming next. Unless you were lucky enough to have your own human slave. I hadn’t found one I liked enough to keep.

“I can be. You don’t have to worry about that, though. Here, you’ll be exactly what I want you to be. I have nobody to answer to or to control me. If I wanted to abuse you, I would. That’s the good thing about dreams. They’re to my benefit. I can make them be whatever I want.” I let my eyes travel the length of her body to determine what I wanted to do to her first.

“What’s that right now?” She glanced behind her but then refocused on me. Is she nervous?

“Shh…” I moved close, pulled her into my arms, and tilted her head. “Now, you’ll shut up and be my sanctuary.”

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