Page 89 of Sacrifice (Corrupt Empire 2)

“I want you to do something for me, Avery. Ask Aiden who killed his mother. Ask him to tell you the truth about the day she died from his perspective.”

“Is that all you want me to do?”

He chuckled. I hated that laugh. To be honest, I hated everything about this situation. Being tied up and questioned wasn’t my idea of fun.

“We still have much more to discuss.”

Oh wonderful. Just what I wanted. More time with this robot voice and his weird obsession with my boyfriend.

“Aiden has only told you so much. I want you to know what truly went on behind closed doors.”

The laptop screen in front of me turned on. A picture showed up with a play button on it. Did he have remote control of it? He must do. What the hell did he want to show me? I hoped it wasn’t anything like those videos Aiden showed me because I wasn’t sure I could stomach seeing men abuse women again.

When the video played, my worst fears were confirmed. Bile rose up in my throat. Why the fuck would he show me this?

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A naked woman was bent across a desk, her arms shackled to each end, stretched to her limits. Her legs were spread wide. Her eyes were grey and her brown hair splayed out across her back. Mitchell stood behind her with a crop in his hand whilst Kathleen sat in a seat opposite the desk. The two of them were fully dressed. There were various whips and floggers on the desk along with vibrators and plugs.

“What have I told you about speaking back to me, slave?” he said.

“I’m sorry, sir. I’m sorry,” the shackled woman said.

He lashed out with the crop, striking her across her back. She howled in pain.

“Sorry is never good enough.”

He struck her again and again. Her back and behind were painted in red marks.

“Please, please, sir. It hurts,” she screamed.

“We’re only just getting started.”

He dropped the crop and picked up another whip. This one was a long length of plaited leather with a solid handle. He stepped back a few paces and lashed out with it. The strike across her back was a long red line. She screamed again.

The lashes came quick and fast, each one stark against her skin until her back was covered in marks. Tears streamed down her face and the howls echoed around the room.

The whole time, Kathleen sat watching, her expression impassive, almost as if the entire thing didn’t affect her in the slightest.

“Have you learnt your lesson, slave?” Mitchell said.

“Yes,” the woman sobbed. “Yes, sir. I won’t disobey you again.”

“Good girl.”

He stroked her back, running his fingers down the lash marks. She hissed but didn’t object to his touch. His other hand worked his belt open. His fly came next.

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I turned my head to the side and promptly threw up. It coated my arm and the floor, but I didn’t care. I could hear the sounds of the video still playing but I couldn’t look. I could not watch my father having sex with Aiden’s mother. I knew it was her from the moment I saw her eyes.

“Turn it off,” I groaned. “Please, turn it off.”

The sounds promptly stopped. My gut twisted. I didn’t look up again. All of this was wrong. Why did he show me that? Why did he force me to confront the reality of who my parents were? I already knew enough from what Aiden had told me. This was just adding salt to the wound.

“Too much for you?” the robotic voice rattled around my brain.

“If you think anyone wants to watch their father whipping and having sex with their boyfriend’s mother whilst their own mother watches the two of them then you’ve got some seriously fucked up twisted view of the world.”

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