Chapter 22 Salt Burn
Salt Burn
Liviana
Warning: **Brutal On-Page Rape and Intense Sexual Assault with objects
My arms scream at me as I open my eyes and realize I’m hanging from chains completely naked, as the cold air bites up my skin, making me shiver uncontrollably.
Something snaps at my back, and I scream out as a chant echoes through the room.
I look around and see I’m in a basement.
There are no windows, just me suspended by chains that have my shoulders close to ripping out of their sockets.
I scream for help, but my throat is raw from the lack of water.
How long have I been in here? Am I still on school grounds?
My mind is whirling with a million different questions as another whip slices against my back, sending me swinging forward.
I groan from the pain. I bet my tattoo is fucking ruined.
The wings I spent hours drawing–the wings that protect me are gone, wilting with every lash my flesh receives.
“Ahh, she’s awake. Hello, Liviana.” A deep voice speaks, as a man dressed in a red cloak comes to stand before me. I shiver looking into his eyes, the same ones that I’m so familiar with, but are on a body I’ve never seen before.
“Who are you? What do you want?” I ask, and another lash hits my back, causing me to cry out. My skin rips into two, and I can feel the cold air fly across it, making me wince from the burn. I bite the inside of my cheek, and the taste of copper coats my aching throat.
Blood sprays out of my mouth as the blow to the face sends my head snapping to the side from the impact. Fuck.
“You don’t speak unless I give you permission.
You are to show me respect!” He growls, and I gather the blood in my mouth and spit it in his face.
Another slap to the face sends my whole body swinging backwards, stretching my shoulders even further than they already are.
I want to scream, but I bite my tongue. I don’t want to be hit anymore, and I know if I keep lashing out at him, I may never leave here.
I may be chained and naked, but I won’t give up without a fight.
“Do you know why you are here, Liviana?” He asks, and I shake my head, pulling against my restraints.
“You are here because my son can’t seem to keep his dick out of you.
Plus this is the second time you killed one of our members,” he says, and my eyes widen.
That’s why his eyes are so familiar, but hold on a second.
Who the hell did I kill that was a member? A member of what?
Suddenly, the door to my right screeches open and Hayes walks into the room.
I let out a breath, hanging my head in relief, knowing Hayes will put a stop to this and I’ll be released and in his bed before I know it.
He makes eye contact with me for a split second but then he looks away. What the fuck?
“You made it, I was just telling your girlfriend why she is here,” Hayes’ father says, and his smile sends chills up my spine.
“She’s not my girlfriend, Father,” Hayes responds through gritted teeth.
His response alone sends a knife right through my heart, making me want to shatter at his feet.
I raise my head slowly, taking in his body language.
He seems off – his spine is ramrod straight, and his facial features reveal nothing.
Does Hayes have a twin I didn’t know about, because who the fuck is this standing in here?
“Are you sure about that? Because your marking seems to be littered all over her perfect skin.” he says to his son as I thrash against the chains which only earns me another lash to my back, making me cry out.
“Hayes, please,” I whisper but he pays no mind to me. He doesn’t look mad or even shocked that I’m literally hanging from chains.
“I fucked her, big deal. I get a little knife happy when I’m getting a nut off,” Hayes chuckles, and my heart drops hearing him talk about our time together as if it meant nothing to him. I thrash again against the chains, wanting to sink my nails into his eyes for acting like this.
“Really? Well let me finish explaining why she is here, then we can get the show on the road. Have a seat son. I have a gift for you,” he tells Hayes, pointing to the green leather high-back chair.
Hayes sits and brings his hand to his face, watching with intent.
“So, Liviana, you were sent here to pay for your penance. The man you killed was a highranking member of The Divine,” he says, and I narrow my eyes.
What the fuck is The Divine? “Your parents are imbeciles and thought they could cover it up, well they failed,” he says, laughing like this information is the funniest thing he’s ever told anyone.
“Then you arrived here, being sold by your parents to us. Which makes you Divine property to do with as we see fit. What I didn’t plan for was my son taking a liking to you.
That’s a pity…” he trails off, and I’m stunned by this information.
My parents sold me? How could they? I look at Hayes for answers, somehow thinking he would have them, but he’s looking everywhere else but at me.
“Fuck you and this so-called Divine,” I spit in his face, and he punches me in the nose, sending my head snapping backwards, my shoulders popping, and my toes scraping against the concrete.
Blood pours down my face, and I cry out from the pain.
Fuck! Get it together, Liviana. Stop running your mouth.
I groan, thrashing around while my blood drips down my lips. “Hayes, please look at me,” I whisper but he ignores me, as another lash hits my hip, causing me to swing with the chains. My body feels battered and worn. I just want to go home. I don’t want to be here anymore. Why? Why me?
“She has really nice tits, how tight is she?” his father asks, and Hayes sits back in his chair, looks at me and smirks.
I stare at him for far too long, hoping he sees the pleading in my eyes and stops all this, but that smirk is something I haven’t seen before and I know his next words are going to bite deep into my soul.
“Tight as fuck,” he responds, sending my heart tumbling into my gut as a lone tear falls from my eyes.
“Is that so?” He says, circling around me as his fingers trail over my nipples and down between my legs.
I try to pull away, but another lash to my skin has my back arching, giving the monster in front of me everything he wants.
His tongue circles my nipple, and I buck when a finger sinks inside me roughly.
“Please stop! I’ll do whatever you want!” I yell and he laughs.
“What I want you are already going to give me,” he whispers, biting down on my nipple as he removes his cloak, letting it fall to the ground.
His naked body makes me want to vomit. He lifts one of my thighs over his hip as I thrash against the chains.
No, please no. Not in front of Hayes. Please, for the love of god.
Don’t make him watch this. Another man comes up behind my back, lifting my other leg and settling it around Hayes’ father’s waist while his other hand trails down the crack of my ass and inside my hole.
“Please, stop! Just let me go,” I cry, but these men laugh as they both line up their cocks and slam into me.
I scream, feeling like my most sacred places are being torn apart.
I thrash, trying to get them out of me, but all I see is Hayes' eyes, glossed over as he watches. “Hayes, help me!” I plead, trying to gain his attention, but he doesn’t care.
“Please help me! They’re hurting me!” I scream, but he does nothing.
“Fuck her harder,” he tells them, sinking the last nail into the coffin. Everything he’s ever said was a lie. How could someone who would kill for me let this happen?
“Hayes, please! Help! Someone help me!” I beg, plead and pray that they stop. I feel someone else standing behind me, and I scream as my back is set on fire.
“Fuck she’s tight. Make her scream louder.
The more she screams the tighter she gets!
” His father groans his order as he takes a nipple into his mouth, biting down until I scream more.
He reaches down between my legs, pulling my clit so fucking hard I see stars as more salt is poured on my wounds.
My body convulses at the pain, all the pain as hands dig into my flesh—as my holes are stretched and ripped apart.
“Cut her up. She loves being sliced. It turns her on.” Hayes tells them as he stands, walking up to me. He grabs my face as I thrash, forcing me to look at him as these men continue to rut into me.
“Does my father's cock feel good, Little Liar? It’s funny you thought I’d actually help you.
Who is to say I didn’t set this all up. You killed a Divine member now you suffer the consequence.
” He spits, and I let the floodgates open.
Tears fall down my face as these men rut into me while the man I thought cared for me watches, allows it, and most of all tells them what to do and how to hurt me.
My heart is shattered, and all the feelings I had for this monster in front of me sends rage burning through my veins.
I can’t look at him. Even if his eyes are slicing into me while his soul is ripping out of me from being embedded within.
As these men cum with a roar, cut my skin to nothing and pour more salt on my wounds, I let him go.
I don’t ever want to see him again. I never want to hear his name again. He’s dead to me.
As I hang here, bleeding for him. He’s sitting there laughing at me.
He’s ruined everything–he’s ruined me, just as he said he would.
Another set of men come in and do the same.
Then, when I feel an object enter me so roughly, I scream until I can’t cry anymore, and blood splashes onto the floor.
Before my body gives out, my eyes slam to his and the last thing I see is his sinister smirk, then everything goes black…
To be continued in Let Them Bleed which will conclude Hayes & Liviana's story. Coming 2026