Page 39 of Torment

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Jolie

The room was already dim,but there seemed to be even more darkness swirling around Mason, a pit of nothingness, the blackest of black holes. His face was hard and unyielding as marble.

I didn’t have to ask what he’d changed his mind about, or what would happen next. The look in his eyes said it all.

After freeing his hard cock from his pants, he rubbed the tip between my legs, a nasty smirk appearing on his face. “Tell me how scared you are,” he said, his voice a sinful growl against my ear. “Maybe I’ll go a little easier on you.”

I stifled my tears and refused to say a word. He was messing with me, trying to get even more of a reaction out of me. He wanted me to admit I was terrified of whatever came next. He wanted to break me to the point where I’d never come back from the place he mercilessly beat me into.

I sent my mind back in time, back to those heady moments when I begged for this man. Begged for him to fuck me. That was what I wanted, and in a twisted, fucked-up way, I was now having my wish granted. I just had to focus on that. I wanted this.I begged for this.

To him, it might be forced, but I wouldn’t give him the response he craved. I wouldn’t cry and scream and plead with him to stop. I wouldn’t let him win.

“Just do it,” I hissed through my teeth. “Fuck me.”

He laughed and leaned in, hot breath on my earlobe. “I told you, I won’t give you what you want.”

With that, he stepped away and eyed the rack on the wall which held the punishment implements. He picked up a scalpel and brought it over to me, his smirk widening.

My heart lurched as a flurry of memories came to me unbidden, beating at the inside of my mind with dark wings. The men at New Eden used to slice into me and the other women to erase our sins. We actually believed in it, and we let them do it. I didn’t believe in any of that bullshit anymore, though, and nothing horrified me more than the thought of being cut up. Mason knew that. He knew it when he carved that letter into my abdomen the other week, and he knew it now.

He might win after all.

I needed to scream. Panic built in me like a volcano, trying to break through my clenched teeth and closed lips, but I didn’t want to make another sound in case that somehow angered Mason even more.

A prickling pain stretched from my throat to my chest as my insides started to hurt from holding my breath. Then I deliriously began to wonder—what was the worst he could do to me right now if I screamed? Nothing worse than what he’d already done when he told me that he’d never give a fuck about me again, tearing my heart out along with any hope. That was certain.

I let go. I screamed and screamed and screamed. But it wasn’t enough. Nothing was enough to help the powerlessness and fear I felt.

Mason must’ve finally grown tired of my protests, because he covered my mouth with his free hand and pressed himself up against me. Every ridge of him fit to the contours of my body perfectly, and I could feel the thud of his heart against my own. My pulse was already rapid, but it sped up further when his fingers moved from my mouth to my neck, curling around my throat.

“I could kill you right now,” he muttered.

I didn’t doubt it. And yet, I still couldn’t make myself hate him. No matter what he did or how he threatened me, I still couldn’t push away all those feelings that had flooded back earlier. Love. Understanding. Forgiveness. Even though I was the one being tortured here, I still believed he was the one who truly needed saving, not me.

If I held onto that thought, held onto those twisted feelings of warmth toward this terrible man, I could survive this. I could survive anything he threw at me.

He drew back and held up the scalpel again, smiling as he studied my stricken face. Then he lashed out, whipping the blade through the air right near my throat in order to frighten me. It worked. The chains rattled as I reflexively tried to move backward, and I hit the stone wall with a bone-jarring thud, making the breath fly from my lungs as a whimper tore from my throat. Still, I didn’t take my eyes off Mason’s. The intensity of his gaze coupled with the deep laugh that rumbled up his throat made my legs quake even harder.

The cold press of sharp steel on my skin made goosebumps break out on my chest as Mason slid the blade through the flimsy fabric of my bra. The material fell away, baring my breasts to him, and he narrowed his eyes as he saw how stiff my nipples were. Score one for me. He didn’t want me turned on for any of this, so the longer I held on to my previous arousal, the better.

If only I could ignore the blade.

I closed my eyes when he dragged the tip down between my breasts and circled one of my nipples. It wasn’t hard enough to break the skin, but if I twitched even the slightest bit, it would be a different story.

“I could slice your tits right off,” Mason growled, using his free hand to pull my legs up one at a time so they were wrapped around his hips. “Is that what you want me to do to you, little slut? Would you be even sorrier for what you did then?”

I didn’t respond. If I said no, then he might do it just to spite me. If I said yes, trying to play a reverse psychology move, he would know what I was up to, and he’d probably do it just to fuck with me. Either way, I lost.

I tried to keep my breathing steady as he brought the scalpel to the middle of my chest, but a deep rush of air escaped as he pressed it into my skin, slicing between my breasts. A line of blood bubbled up from the cut, filling me with horror.

At the same time, Mason thrust his cock inside me, viciously forcing his way in. I was slick with desire from earlier, but he was big, and the pain of his sudden entry was greater than the cut on my chest. But only for a few seconds. My pussy quickly adjusted around him, stretching wide so he could thrust deeper. Sparks flew to my clit and desperation filled every thought I had, making me want it so badly that I had to bite my tongue so he wouldn’t know.

He couldn’tknow.

“You’re as tight as ever,” he growled, forcing himself deeper. “I’m going to rip you apart, little fucktoy.”

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