Page 54 of Tainted Reasoning

Chapter Twenty-Four

Tamara

The water splashes into my face, and I’m brought completely back to my senses by the icy coldness of it. My ribs ache, and my face feels like I’ve gone ten rounds with Mike Tyson.

“Welcome, Tamara. You’ve just missed William. I gave him a call just to show him how lovely you look when tied to my bed. I’m sure he’ll be busy trying to find out where you are at the moment. Shame nobody knows I have this place. It’s my sanctuary from the outside world – the place I can be myself.” Lord West runs his foul hand over my body while talking to me. I want to jerk away and stop him, but I’m tied down so tightly I can’t move. I take a moment to scope out where I am. It appears to be a small room, sparsely decorated with rich red walls that have candle lamps hanging from them, giving a dim light. The place has a feeling of being old, a place of torment from a bygone time. There are two other men in the room. I recognize one as the guard who captured me when I ran, but the other is the face of a stranger. I half expected it to be the driver. I guess he doesn’t get to see through his plan to destroy the Cavendish brother’s now he’s brought me here.

“You’re a sick freak.” I let the words escape from my mouth before my brain engages, and I know the instant they leave I’ll regret them.

“Not a good thing to say to the man who now owns every part of you until I tire of it. That’s the thing about the original Oakfield Society: it puts women in their rightful place, not like these modern feminist movements, trying to empower women and making men weak in the process. You should be home ready and willing, for when your master demands it. Women are made for sex. Why else would you have holes and us the staffs to punish you with? Women have become less humble and more stupid as the years have gone by. We need to return things to how they used to be by reinstalling discipline. This is what Nicholas doesn’t understand. He allows his wife to wear his balls around her neck like a trophy, celebrating his downfall.”

“Whereas, you just wear yours as a sign of how small your dick is?” I just couldn’t stop myself saying it.

“You’ll soon find that to be far from the truth. It’s a shame you were still sleeping when I spoke to William. He could have confirmed the damage I can do with just one thrust. He’s been there cheering me on before with his dick in hand because, let’s face it, nobody wants a freak near them. Even if he’s the Duke’s brother.”

Lord West is still trailing his hands over my body. I’m going to need a damn good shower with bleach after this.

“I always find those who are all talk have little going on for them down there.” I muse into the air. I know I should be frightened, but to be honest, I’m more pissed off because even if I get out of this alive, I’m going to be ruined for William. Maybe he was right, and we are freaks together. A situation that should leave me a quivering wreck is making me angry. Go figure!

“Whatever you’re planning on doing can you just get on with it. No wonder William had to take matters into his own hands. You like to hog all the attention.”

Lord West looks down at me.

“My god, it’s not a disguise is it? You really aren’t scared of what I can do to you.”

“Nope.” I roll my eyes.

“Wow. I’ve never had that happen before. There’s always fear from the underlying threat of what I can do. It leaves a glimmer of doubt in a girl’s eyes even when they try to disguise it. I don’t know – it feels strange.” He reaches into his trousers and re-arranges himself. “You have a pussy, though. Screaming or not. I can still rip it in two.”

He takes his hand from his trousers. My legs are parted on the bed with my most intimate parts freshly shaven and bared to him. My pussy is William’s property, but that doesn’t stop Lord West from taking two of his filthy fingers and pushing them straight into me. I’m dry, and they rip at the sensitive flesh. There is no pleasure, just pain, and the promise of retribution. He thrusts hard, trying to illicit a scream from me, but I will not give it up. If he wants me begging for mercy, he’s going to have to try harder.

“You do realize who I am don’t you?” I sneer at him when he withdraws his fingers and licks them.

“A frigid little bitch?” he retorts with amusement at his choice of words.

“Hardly. I’m Viscount Hamilton’s illegitimate daughter.”

“What?” That piece of information stops him in his tracks. “You can’t be.”

“Why not? Isn’t he the same sort of bastard as you are? A rapist and murderer? I always wondered why I didn’t have a father, never realizing he was there all along. He just couldn’t say because he knew I’d hate him for the way he treated my mother.”

“More like he made a mistake. If you get them pregnant, you put a bullet in their brain before they have a chance to spawn a bastard. Nobody in our position needs that.”

I gather as much salvia as I can in my dry mouth and spit it into his face.

“You’re not a god. You don’t get to make those decisions.”

“Don’t I? Let’s see what happens with you, shall we?”

Lord West nods toward one of the other two men in the room, and the man holds out a machine to him. I instantly recognize it as one of those TENS machines, which are used to relax taut muscles. I’m pretty certain that whatever Lord West intends to use it for, it won’t be for that. He places it down next to me on the bed and presses a few buttons, and the machine fires to life.

“This was an expensive purchase for me. It may look harmless and seem like you're about to get a nice work out, but it’s got a bite to it.”

My skin is still wet from where the bucket of water was thrown over it. Water and electrical current don’t mix, as I find out to my cost when he puts the charged, pointed prong onto the skin of my stomach. It sizzles and crackles as excruciating pain jolts through my body. I bite down so hard on my lip, willing myself not to scream, that there’s the metallic taste of blood on my tongue.

Lord West laughs.

“I don’t smell burning. Obviously not high enough.”

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