Chapter 6 #3
Damnation can’t mean anything good. Although I am hot-headed with a big mouth, I am terrified of this man. I know I have not seen the worst of him yet.
He is going to discipline me, but how? I don’t do well with beatings. My mother used to hit me when I was a kid, and it made me into the person I am today. I went through a lot of crap with her and her addiction to opiates. She did a lot of screwed-up shit when I was young.
I remember when I was 8 years old; she lost her shit because I didn't put slippers on my feet when I went outside, like she told me to.
I couldn't wear my sneakers, which were full of holes, so I walked around barefoot. I was too embarrassed to wear slippers while I was playing in the neighborhood.
The other kids already teased me because we were poor, and I hated it. When I came into the house barefoot, she went nuts and whipped me with a plastic spoon, leaving welts all over my body.
The woman who lived on the third floor in our tenement house called my father at work to tell him my mother was beating the living shit out of me, and I was screaming bloody murder.
He rushed home and stopped her from pulverizing me to death.
That was the only time he intervened when my mother hit me.
I was covered in welts for days from that damn spoon.
My shrink told me my childhood issues made me a stronger person. Maybe it did, but it wasn't pleasant, nonetheless. I don’t like to take shit from anyone, including this screwball. He could kill me with one punch.
That is quite clear. He doesn’t need my gun to murder me. When I said I liked the bad boy type, I didn’t know what that entailed. I am sorry I manifested this creep because now I know what a bad boy is.
He is sitting beside me, operating this high-end vehicle he forced me into.
I knew he was wealthy just by the inside of his BMW, which has a black and red leather interior, and he keeps talking about his private island.
I guess most killers make a lot of money.
He is the epitome of evil, and psycho, all wrapped up in one package.
Lucky me.
He acts like he is out on a typical Sunday drive. He isn’t bothered by anything he has done tonight. The man is clearly mad. Although I think I will regret this, I must know, or I will lose my mind. I swallow hard, feeling the lump in my throat.
“How are you going to punish me? I want to prepare myself, so I don't have a nervous breakdown obsessing about it.”
He looks at me and winks.
“Now, if I tell you, the lesson will be ineffective, won’t it?
I promise you will not have a nervous breakdown, pet.
If that happens, you won't be of use to me; however, you could have avoided punishment by simply behaving. Now, you’re sitting here getting your panties in a twist, worrying about it.
After you atone for your disobedience, maybe your attitude will improve. ”
I drew in a deep breath, loathing everything about him. My stomach felt like it was doing somersaults in a gymnastics competition. I couldn’t quell the queasy feeling I had. I can only imagine how he will beat me, leaving bruises and scars all over my body.
He told me he was the only one allowed to mark me, so I assumed the worst. Whips, chains, paddles, and God knows what else. Oh, sweet Jesus.
How did I get into this mess? I was so wrapped up in my tormented thoughts that I didn’t realize we had pulled into an underground garage. I wasn’t paying attention to the road while he drove because I was too worried about my punishment.
My upper lip broke out in a sweat, and I felt light-headed. I was getting anxious now that we were in his territory. That scared me more than anything else. Once I was inside his lair, it was game over.
I am now at the mercy of this sick, twisted man.
I just sat still, feeling numb. My body felt frozen in time.
I know once I step into that house, my life will no longer be my own.
The old me would be gone forever. The thought sent me over the top.
I started to shake and tremble so hard that my teeth chattered.
I felt the bone-chilling fear course through my veins as the tremors took over my body. My Dark Knight noticed I was a complete mess when he approached the passenger side of the door. He smiled at me warmly, like he was capable of a little sympathy in his ridiculously large body.
“Come, pet. Don’t be so frightened. Now that you are mine, I will take excellent care of you. You need a nice bath, and those feet must be dealt with. You had a tough night, especially with that dick who tried to take advantage of you. I will protect you now.”
He pulled me from the seat, scooping me into his massive arms as if I were no heavier than a paperweight. I was so tired and scared that I didn’t even have the energy to flip him off.
The thought crossed my mind, but what was the use? It would only end in another punishment from him. I'll try not to add anything else to my long-running tab until I know what sort of evil this crazy, formidable man is capable of.