Page 25 of Torment

“Oh, fuck, I’ve missed this,” I groaned, fucking her mouth even more brutally, making her head slam into the wooden beam over and over. I was close now. So fucking close.

She let out a moan as I hit the very back of her throat. A moan of pleasure. Fuck. She was actually enjoying this. I pulled out with a roar of fury and sprayed my cum in hot ropes all over her face, wishing I hadn’t given in to my urges. I should’ve fucking known Jolie would interpret something like a forced blowjob in a positive way. She’d been trained to associate sexual pain with pleasure in her early years in order to satisfy the sick, twisted men from her cult.

All I could do to get answers out of her was inflict serious pain on her with absolutely no hint of sex or lust in the mix.

Without even stopping to clean her face up, I grabbed a sharp knife from the torture rack. “You’re going to stop lying, pretty girl, and you’re going to stop right now,” I said in a stony voice, watching her tormented face crumple with fear as I approached.

“I’m not lying,” she murmured, her voice low with terror as her eyes went to the knife.

I held it close to her face. “Last chance to tell me where they are before it starts to hurt.”

“I don’t know.”

“Very well, then.” I smiled and brought the knife to her stomach, drawing it down in a two inch line. Her screams echoed in my ears as her blood began to spill, making me hard all over again. “That’s it, pretty girl. Scream for me.”

“Mason, stop!” she begged, panting out each breath as tears and droplets of cum streamed down to her brows and forehead, all the way into her limply-hanging blonde strands.

“I told you not to call me that,” I said, slapping her with my free hand.

I dragged the knife across her skin again in a new angled line attached to the first one. I was drawing what looked like a W, but when she was no longer upside down, there would be a bloody M carved onto her body.

M for Mason. M for mine. My fucking slave. My property.

Her next scream tore through me like a shard of glass, piercing my brain and igniting some primal pathway that made me want to spring into action and protect the damsel in distress. I kept my wits about me, refusing to let myself feel bad for her for longer than a split second. She’d caused me to go through so much worse. If I even felt a hint of remorse over hurting her, all I had to do was think of the agony my parents and siblings must have endured as they burned to death all those years ago, strung up to those crosses. That was Jolie’s fault.

Fucking bitch.

She deserved every ounce of pain. She deserved more.

“Ready to tell the truth yet?” I asked.

“No,” she whimpered. “I already told you everything.”

I sighed and brought the knife down again. When I was done carving the letter into her skin, I threw it down and left her hanging in the room while I went to collect some supplies. Clearly, the cutting wasn’t enough. She’d been tortured like that as a child and as a young woman, her arms sliced open to let the sin leak out, so while it hurt her terribly, she was probably somewhat used to it all the same.

No wonder she was still refusing to budge. It was going to take a hell of a lot more to make her admit the truth.

I re-entered the Penance room with a large strip of thick black fabric, a dishcloth, and a bucket of water. Jolie quivered violently on the cross. Her face was bright red now.

I ignored her whispered pleas and affixed the black fabric to her face so that it covered her nose and mouth as well as her eyes. After that was in place, I dipped the dishcloth in the water. Jolie shook her head and moaned, then let out another petrified scream as I slowly dripped the water over her face.

This technique would make her feel as if she were drowning, even though there was no real risk of that as long as I did it properly.

“Not a fan of the CIA’s enhanced interrogation methods?” I said sarcastically, amused by her distressed reaction. I pulled the strip off her mouth, just enough so that she could speak again. “Got anything to say now?”

“Yes,” she said in a ragged whisper.

“Good girl. Tell me the truth.”

“I know you don’t believe me,” she began. “But I never stopped thinking about you. I tried to pretend I didn’t care, and I tried to put you out of my mind, but I missed you. I think about you and dream about you all the time. I—”

I shoved the strip back over her mouth with a sigh. “Jolie, Jolie, Jolie…” I said in a mock sad tone. “Did you really think I’d fall for that?”

She had to think I was the most gullible fool alive if she actually thought that shit would work on me. I could see how she came up with the strategy, given how I was once so dedicated to saving her from a life of misery, but if she thought she could turn that to her favor now, she had a very hard-to-swallow lesson coming.

I knew her game. I knew she was nothing but a snake trying to tempt me to her side, using me to gain her freedom. The fact that she would even fucking try that on me made me even angrier, strengthening my determination to torture her along with my fiery yearning for revenge.

“Tell. Me. Where. Your. Father. Is.” I bit out the words in a staccato voice as I dripped more water over her face.

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