Page 49 of Master of My Heart

Ramon says something in Spanish to Miguel, who then walks across the room and disappears through a door in the back. Ramon comes over and looks down at me, a frown on his face.

Then he raises his hand and slaps me hard across the cheek. “Never, ever do that again, bitch, or you will regret it.”

My cheek throbs as I glare at him, but don’t say anything.

He walks to my head and fiddles with something. My head drops back and I’m face to face with his hips, albeit upside down.

I squeeze my eyes shut as he starts to unbuckle his belt. I hear a zipper, then feel something at my lips.

“Open,” he says. I shake my head. “Open your mouth, you fucking bitch, or I’ll force it open.”

I don’t want to, but I don’t want to be hit again, either, so I squeeze my eyes closed even tighter and open my mouth a tiny bit. But that’s all it takes for him to shove his penis into my mouth. I gag as it hits my throat.

He grabs my head and slowly thrusts in and out. I cough and sputter. I use my tongue to try and keep him out, but it does no good. He is insistent and forces his way in. When he pushes his way down my throat, I spasm and pull against my bonds, but I can’t move. I grunt and gag, panicking that I can’t breathe.

In desperation, I bite down. He howls and leaps away. I gasp for breath, spit and drool dripping down my face. My eyes water, so I don’t see the fist coming, but I feel it when he hits my cheek.

He lets out a string of what I assume are curse words in Spanish and hits me again. I turn my head, the only part of me I can move, but it does nothing to stop him from raining down punches.

When he finally stops, my face feels like a balloon. Everything hurts. Blood runs down, and it feels like a thunderstorm rages inside my head. I wonder if he broke something.

Maybe he’ll kill me and I’ll be done with this life. There’s nothing to live for anyway.

Through swollen eyes, I can barely see Ramon as he glares at me, but something catches his attention and he grins.

“I will teach you the consequences of rebellion one way or another, bitch,” he growls.

I feel dazed. He props my head back on the table and moves to my side. He holds something up and I squint to see what it is. All I can see is something long and glowing red.

He brings it down to the top of my breast. A moment later, I scream as it scorches my skin and I smell burnt flesh.

“If you think a dick down your throat hurts, bitch, wait until I’m done using this on you.” He holds up the rod and looks at it, almost adoringly. “I’m so happy to have a new canvas to work on. This left scars on the others like you, but your Master claims you’ll heal with no permanent marks.” He tilts his head and his mouth screws into a twisted grin. “This was a gift from him. Almost a thousand degrees of torture.”

He presses it on my other breast, making me scream again.

Top. Bottom. Side. Nipple. I screech at each touch, pulling at the straps on the table, but nothing stops the relentless cruelty of this man. The scent of burnt flesh fills the room and I can hardly breathe for the pain and the stench.

Ramon nods to Miguel, who adjusts the table to pull my legs apart and push my knees to my chest. I feel very vulnerable... very exposed.

“Consequences can be painful,” Ramon says as he moves between my legs.

I struggle to close them. I don’t like him seeing me naked. He looks down and strokes me. Tears of humiliation fill my eyes as I try to free myself.

At first, I think he’s going to rape me again, which would be a welcome relief from the horrifying last few moments, but then he tilts his head, widens his eyes, and shoves his arm forward. At first, I don’t understand. But then the pain starts anew and I realize what he’s done. The horror of the thought suspends the pain. For a split second. And then I feel it.

I let out a blood-curdling scream, struggling like mad to escape the immense pain. But there is no escape.

I will never escape.

Sabrina sat up in bed, sobbing and shaking. Sweat dripped down between her breasts and she whimpered at the ghostly pain deep inside her body.

She remembered that horrible day. Or was it days? The day she met Ramon. Very quickly, she learned that he meant what he said. She learned to do disgusting things just to avoid that terrible pain. She learned to enjoy sex and all the other horrible things Ramon did to her and made her do, painful and otherwise. Or at least appear to enjoy it. Because if she didn’t, she was quickly back on that table.

That was also when she learned about her ability to heal. That was one of the terrible things about being Immortal. Her body always healed itself, so each time he tortured her was like the first. There was no getting used to the pain, except mentally. Her body didn’t adapt, didn’t dull to the agony.

I hate being Immortal. Sabrina buried her face in her hands and sobbed. I hate who and what I am.

Strong arms wrapped around her. “Another nightmare?” a gentle voice asked.

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