CHAPTER FOUR

XENA

I was cuffed to the bed. Naked.

My legs were spread wide apart and held tied tightly to the wooden posts of the king sized bed. My hands also assumed the same position over my head and the cuffs were so tightly strung around my wrists that it hurt and I know it would leave a bruise when I leave here. Or if I even survive another moment of torture today.

The room was big and empty.

The bed I was on was the only thing in the room.

It was a big room. Painted in the deepest shade of red and representing an ominous and dangerous place.

It was.

It was a torture room. Emptied out for the sole purpose of meting out punishment for whoever disobeys the authority and the rule over here.

The room was eerily quiet.

Not a single sound of dripping water or of ceiling rats or of any human movement.

Any human movement asides from my harsh building and my attempt to get wriggle myself out of the cuffs that geld me captive to the bedpost of the king sized bed.

It was hopeless.

I’ve been here more than a few times to know getting out of here is impossible. Not until I actually get the punishment for what I did wrong and what led me here in the first place.

I’ve been here long enough to know the excruciating pain I would go through and how weak and worn out it would make me feel for days to come.

I’ve been here ling enough to know that each time, there’s a hundred percent chance that I don’t survive the torture yet I do each time even if I wish for death.

The pain is always calculated.

Hard enough to hurt me in the most terrible ways but not enough to kill me. I’ve had the closest taste of heaven yet I’m always brought back before I can actually taste my death. Most times, I actually see myself in a pool of my won blood, like I was dead after enduring so much pain from a torture session but then again, I wake up the next say to the familiar scene of the dungeons ceilings. I hated it each time.

Each time, I asked for death.

But it never came.

Death is a terrible cheat and an unwelcome stranger who doesn’t know when to strike.

My parents didn’t ask for it, it got dished out to them like a food on a golden plate. And when I ask for it, all I get is a taste of it and nothing more only for me to repeat the cycle all over again.

As I laid on the bed with my naked self spread out bare for the eyes of my punisher, I thought of the ways I would get tortured today again.

Will I be burned? My butt still bares a few scars from the burns of a few weeks ago yet to fully even heal.

Will that hot iron ball be put inside me again? Shit! Nothing hurts more than having that thing sink inside of me and cause a burning sensation that is anything but good to swell from the depths of my stomach.

Will I be whipped? Where? My butt probably has no space for new scars and fresh marks and it would probably give way and tear up one of these days.

Or will I just be taken without my consent again? I laughed bitterly at myself. When did my consent ever matter in the first place? If it did, I wouldn’t be tired on here like a sheep ready fro slaughter.

The giant door of the torture room creeks open.

And in came the butcher who would slaughter me.

He stood by the door and cast a shadow from the door to me on the bed. The room was dimly lit by a single candle and saw all I saw was him in a cloak of his own shadow.

Just his shadow alone brings unspeakable fear inside of me. The fear eats me up and my heart beats at the anticipation of what he would do to me again.

Slowly, he started to make his way towards me.

I looked frantically at his hands.

He held nothing. Not the whip. Not the iron ball and definitely not the iron he uses to burn me.

Somehow, that didn’t bring me any sort of relief.

It was always better to know that one of those three things would happen to me in the torture room. But now that i don’t know what to expect at all, my heart raced so hard and i thought it would burst out any second.

The closer he got, the harder my heart beat.

And the bastard stalked towards me ever so slow as if knowing what he does to me just by doing that and prolonging it.

He does know what he does to me and I hate him for that.

He finally stopped in front of me and stood, hands in suit pockets. The room was barely lit but I would recognize his sinister look anywhere.

My body moved on impulse to protect my body from his prying eyes but I was tied on both limbs. Helpless and hopeless.

“Why do you keep testing me Xena?”

He asked. His voice thick with dangerous and murderous intent.

He asked the question ever so naturally like It had the simplest answer one could ever give to a question.

“You keep testing me, making me mad and making me want nothing but to kill you. Haven’t I shown enough mercy to you by sparing your life?”

I held back the urge to scoff and spit at his face.

Spare my life?

I’d rather rot in hell if I don’t make it to heaven than choose a life with this monster. i would have preferred to die with my parents and choose that a thousand times over this life.

I was just eighteen,yet I’ve seen and experienced so much than teenagers my age will ever experience in their life.

I’ve been broken. Remoulded. And broken yet again.

I made no attempt to answer to him and just allowed him to continue with his opening speech or whatever it is he was currently doing standing in front of me.

“ What else do you want me to do for you? Why do you keep going against my wish? Why do you keep trying to run away from me?!!!”

I’ve long concluded that he was a psychopath.

I mean, who wouldn’t want to run away from this hell I was currently living in?

I’ve attempted to escape thrice. And none was successful but it didn’t stop me from trying.

And that I what led me back to this torture room.

Escaping him is definitely the hardest thing that can ever exist, no matter how hard I try, I still get captured and brought back here to suffer the same fate every time. My plan has never been successful.

But this last one almost was.

One of his men had slept off while taking his turn to watch me at the dungeon that’s my supposed room and luckily for me, his key was right where my small hands could reach.

I made it out of the dungeon and tiptoed my way out of the dungeon in the dark.

I’ve never been outside of the dungeon and so I had no idea where anywhere was. All I knew was that I had to get out of there.

The building was huge and I concluded it was a mansion.

I carefully manoeuvred my way past the men who were on duty that night and succeed in actually getting into an empty room. There were huge drapes covering the windows and I tore them down, tied them together and to the bedpost in the room.

My plan was to take the window since it was almost impossible to take the door.

I managed to use the makeshift rope I made to get out through the window but I didn’t get past the gardens.

An alarm rang through the air and before I knew it, I was dragged back into the house, stripped of my clothes and tied to the bed in the torture room. That’s the closest I get to actually escaping him and yet he caught up with me again.

And so as he stood in front of me, I wondered what punishment I’d be getting and I wasn’t even looking forward to it.

“What else do you want from me Xena? Don’t I take care of you enough?”

Bipolar bastard!

If locking me up in a cell and starving me a few days only to come at any time he wishes to use me for his pleasure and leave me drained, is his own definition of taking care of me, well then yeah! He takes enough care of me and I’m the fool who doesn't see that!

I wanted to say those words to him badly but I chose to say something else instead.

“Please….please let me go”

I begged.

Tears stung my eyes. Partly true and partly just to see if I can tug at any heartstrings that might be left of this man’s heart.

“Please…I wont tell anyone anything if you let me go. I just want to leave”

I begged again.

He said nothing. Stayed quiet for a while. As if hurt by the fact that I was asking for my freedom.

When the light illuminated the angry lines on his forehead, I knew immediately that my pleading didn’t work.

He’s really a devil and he has no heart.

“I will punish you so much Xena. I will punish you with your own body and make you beg for mercy and release at the same time.”

I didn’t know what he meant at first.

Not until he started to take off his clothes.

“ No…no please no”

I struggled to get free of the cuffs but it only bruised my wrists and my ankles all the more. The more I struggled, the more I stripped myself bare to his eyes. My tears, real and painful ones this time, began to flow down my eyes.

He climbed up the bed towards me. I couldn’t even get away from him by a single inch.

He took the last of his clothes off and towered over me with his body.

And then he fondled with my breast.

Everything was open and free to him.

There was nothing I could do to cover myself.

He latched his lips on my breast and kissed down my body. His intent is clear.

He’s going to make me want him.

And beg him to take me. I may have control over my mind and hate him to shits but I definitely have no control over my body.

He spread open the lips of my sex and rubbed on the clit.

I moaned out. Distressed and finding my body actually enjoying the feeling of his hands on me. He knows how to work my body. As if it’s an art he has personally studied for a long time.

He teased me. Stroked me. Bit me. Spanked me.

Till I was begging for him to actually fuck me.

My mind hated him but my body succumbed to him immediately.

“ Please…” I sobbed hard.

“ Please what Xena? Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

Even I didn’t know why I was saying please to him. My tears fell in torrents from my face and down to the sides of the bed. I wanted to get away from him. I wanted him to leave me alone and stop the punishment yet I wanted release. I needed it. My entire body hurt because I wasn’t getting it. My thoughts are different but my body betrayed me.

The burning sensation that was started by him needed to be quenched by him rocked my body so hard and it burned so hard.

In the end.

I couldn’t take it any more.

He can make anything a torture weapon. And my body isn’t left out.

“Tell me….” A kiss and a soft bite on my pebbled nipples. “what…..” another kiss and bite “ You want” a squeeze.

I whimpered and moaned and sobbed hard.

When I couldn’t take it any more, I gave up.

“ Please…Fuck me” I begged.

I felt him smile into a kiss he placed on my mid section before rising to my face level and staying on top of me. He wiped my tears and fixated his eyes on me. I couldn’t even move my own face away as much as his face disgusted me.

“ Then I will fuck you Xena. Hard. So hard that it will hurt. So hard you’ll bruise. So hard you’ll cry and remember this day to fear me whenever you try to escape this mansion again”

And he kept his promise.

The first thrust into me and I felt myself tear up.

I got my release almost immediately. Coming hard from the hands of the very man who imprisoned me.

I came with a loud scream that wrecked my entire being and body.

“AHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!Oh my God. Oh my God! Fuck!!!!. Ahhhhh”

“ Ahhhh!”

I fell off the couch.

Sweat covered my entire body from head to toe and my heart was beating fast. I looked around the room frantically fear and pain gripping me all at once.

But I didn’t see a red room. I didn’t see the torture king-sized bed. But most of all, I didn’t see Luciano Ivanovich torturing me.

It was just the familiar pale colour of my room and the furniture that stared back at me.

It was just a nightmare.

One that wasn’t actually a nightmare, but a fragment of my past that shoved it’s way into my dreams as a nightmare.

I took myself odd the floor and went to my kitchen to get water for my burning throat. I downed the first three cups without hesitation and slumped on a chair b the kitchen island.

No matter how hard I try, I’ll never get away from this nightmares.

As I made to stand and go to my room, my eyes caught a letter on the kitchen table. One that wasn’t there when I left the house this morning. I rushed to it and my heart missed a beat when I saw it up-close. The white letter had the all too familiar seal of the Red Devils Mafia. I was wrong earlier when I got back from work.

Luciano was here.

And whatever this letter is, it can’t be good.