Into Living Hell

Flora prepared her back bag. She just put her passport, her Mother's jewels, and some clothes. Then, Flora sneaked out of the house under the darkness of night. She managed to pass the bodyguards. Then, she walked through the enormous gardens surrounding the mansion.

It was not that hard, given her petite shape and fit body. Yet, she felt ominous. Something was amiss. Like, why did she only encounter four guards?

Her heart was never wrong, and she knew it. So she felt no surprise seeing Jack standing in her way with a bunch of guards.

“Look at this little, pitiful pet trying to run away from her cage ! How cute !” He laughed.

Clearly, in the next few minutes, she was chained in the dungeon. 

She always knew there was such a place in the mansion, given the cries she sometimes heard on cold nights. But she never imagined it was that dark and murky. Her chocolate-brown eyes needed a couple of minutes to get used to the darkness, so she would start to see her surroundings. She got chained to a cold rock table in the middle of a red room. There were no windows. There was no exit.

Jack stood by her cold bed, smiling like the devil. He touched her soft cheek slightly. Then, he slapped her hard. Her cheek became red like a rose. Yet, she gave him no reaction. She just looked at him lifelessly.

“You look dull,” he murmured.

Then He caressed her neck softly and lifted her chin:

“Dull like a doll,” He added. “Yet, I thought dolls do not run away from their owners. Do they?” She did not reply. So he kept caressing her shoulders and said: “Well, I think then that you are broken? So as the good husband that I am, I ought to fix you. Don’t I?”

And to his surprise, She laughed..

“Fix me ?! I am not the one who needs to get fixed, Mister Black ! I did not betray my partner, and neither did I bring a h*oker home ! I did not desert the person who loved me more than anything in the world so I may h*ok up with sl*ts !”

Jack’s jaw dropped when he heard her defending herself fiercely for the first time. He looked at her astonished then he giggled hard.

“You look so cute, hopelessly fending for yourself, sweetheart !” He mocked. Then he kissed her forcefully. It was a bitter kiss for her, and the sweetest thing he ever got. He forced his tongue inside her honey-sweet mouth and licked every corner of it. He bit her full scarlet lips roughly. Then he kissed the cheek he just slapped. He looked at her tearful big eyes and red rabbit nose. And he felt hot.

The image of a tearful, hopeless, chained virgin seemed too seductive for him. 

He wanted to see her cry and beg. He wanted to cover her cute little body in blood and hickeys. The more she resisted him, the more he craved for her. 

“I was waiting for this day to come, sweetheart,” He said “I saw you for the first time when you were ten. You were sobbing pathetically in a shady spot after being bitten by your stepmother. Your tears looked like the most precious thing in the world. You looked so vulnerable and so beautiful. I wanted you so bad. I wanted to see that weepy face again and again. I never was interested in your body. I just married you so I can lock you in a cage and hear your whines whenever I want. Unfortunately, you were in love with me after our marriage. I never got a thing from you but the smiles and gentle words. I kept mistreating you so you will finally hate me as I wish.”

The girl stopped dead in her tracks hearing the nonsense he said. “You are a psychopath!” she shouted. “Get me out of here! You sick psycho!” 

“Never!” He replied. “I waited for too long. Now I will pick the fruit of my patience!”

He brought a chair and put an ebony leather bag on it. In the bag, there were torture instruments. Once the girl saw it, her blood ran cold. He looked at her blue face and smiled devilishly. Then, he took a knife out of the suitcase and cut her clothes. He stripped her slowly and gently, not giving attention to her cries and yells. Then he took a step away to gaze at her. After having a generous view of her naked body, he realized what he wanted to do first.

He took a multi-tailed whip out of the torture bag. It was a leather Cat Of Nine Tails. 

"Don't," said Flora shaking, "My body won't be able to take it!""

"It will, sweetheart, it will. I will stop when I know you can't take any more. Be reassured!" replied Jack, smiling like a maniac.

Before hearing any other protest, he flogged her chest. She cried in agony. He looked amused by her cries to the point his laugh sometimes covered her violent shoutings. He wiped her five times. As a result, her white chest became swollen and full of red marks. He took a bondage out of the bag and caressed her wounds with alcohol. She yelled even more.

“Cry for me more, my muse. Cry for me! Yell! Moan! Your moans are music to my ear. How much was I starving for those diamond tears!” He laughed even more.

“YOU ARE A PSYCHOPATH !!” She shouted with disdain. 

“Yes, I am.” He confessed .

And that was just the beginning of her hell.