Chapter Four

Bernard sneered down at the woman whose violet eyes shined back at him with hatred and fear. He smirked as he saw the waring emotions. He wanted her to choose anger. It would be all the more fun when he decided to break her like he broke everyone else. He could smell the fear and anger rolling off of her in waves. He couldn’t help but smile giddily at her reaction to his proximity. He hoped that she chose anger. He loved breaking people who displayed anger more than fear. It was always fun watching them fall apart.

Maribell knew that smile. She thought back to the number of times that she had seen that exact same smile growing up. It was the smile of someone who enjoyed hurting others. She sighed as if being near him bored her. She knew that he wanted her anger over her fear. People like him loved to break anyone who displayed an emotion like anger. Instead of giving him the satisfaction she stared up at him blankly.

Bernard looked at her curiously as she stared at him, not giving him an inch. He frowned when he moved closer to her and  she didn’t back away or budge in the slightest. This tall thin woman just looked at him as if he didn’t even exist. As he stared at her he suddenly smirked, causing her to narrow her eyes at him. 

“You can go ahead and pretend you don’t feel anything.” Bernard chuckled, leaning in closely to her. “Only one person has refused to bend to my will and she was stuck here for five years. How long do you think you can hold out before you crack or I get bored?” 

Maribell didn’t say anything to him even as he leaned down and inhaled her  scent, dragging his nose up the side of her neck. Maribell held in the urge to push him away. Her hands balled into fists as she forced herself to remain absolutely still. 

“I got news for you, if you don’t submit and give me what I want the odds of me getting bored are pretty high.” He groaned, dragging his tongue up the side of her neck. “The thing is when I get bored you either go to Dark Desires or die.” 

Maribell’s face remained impassive as she stood there, keeping herself from reacting. She was terrified as she stood there. She didn’t want to go to a place like Dark Desires or die. She wanted to live her life and explore the world. Instead she remained calm on the inside. 

“This should be entertaining.... for a while at least.” He chuckled, taking a step back from her. “This will take away some of the boredom while I wait for my song bird to return to me.” 

“I doubt she’s coming back. She’s miles away from here by now.” She chuckled. “I know I would be. I mean why would she ever come back to you? She’s probably out there right now screwing as many people as she can just to get your stink off of her."

Bernard’s face clouded over  with anger as he began stalking over to where she stood. She watched him with her brow raised as he approached her. She knew that she had poked the bear. She knew that there would be consequences for the words coming out of her mouth but for some reason she refused to give him the satisfaction of remaining quiet. She watched as his hands balled into fists and raised her chin, staring him down with cold eyes. She knew she should have remained quiet but she just couldn’t help herself. She wasn’t surprised that he punched her in the face hard enough to draw blood; however, she was surprised by the next sentence that came out of her mouth. 

“You hit like a dick.” She said, turning her head and spitting out blood, causing him to glare at her. “You;re basically one giant walking  scrotum if that's the best you can do.I’d call you a pussy but that would be an insult to vaginas everywhere. At least they can take a pounding.” 

Bernard threw another punch, hitting her in the nose. Her eyes teared up and blood seeped down her face from her nose. She didn’t bother to pinch her  nose as she stared up at him. Instead, she spit a second mouthful of blood right in his face before laughing.

“I’d say you hit like a bitch but that’s a compliment. You have to earn that title. I know children that can hit harder than you.” She said right before he landed a punch in her stomach, causing her to double over. 

“You can talk all the shit you want but I’m going to have you begging me to have mercy on you and to fuck you like the whore you are.” He growled, kicking her in the kneecap knocking her to the ground. 

“I’d rather have a hot poker stuck up my ass.” She huffed, trying to catch her breath.

“That can be arranged.” He growled, kicking her in the stomach.

Bernard left her laying on the ground as he left her bleeding in her cell. He would leave her there for now and let her stew in her fate. He didn’t think she was capable of holding out against him. He chuckled as he thought about the fun he was going to have breaking her. 

Maribell laid on the floor as she struggled to catch her breath. Her nose was bleeding and so was her mouth. She frowned and spat out some more blood before sitting up with a tired groan. Her head hurt and now her face, stomach, and knee hurt. This was hell and she knew it. She just couldn’t bring herself to cooperate with him. She didn’t  really care what he did to her anyway since she already knew who had sold her. Except for her younger brothers and sister she didn’t care about anything else. She rested her head on the cold concrete wall to soothe her head as her eyes began to close.