CHAPTER 38 FAE #3
My body shakes but I plant myself there anyway as I watch Dr. Fisher step inside.
He looks composed. I don’t need to be near him to know how he probably reeks of onions and although he looks put together, I suspect sweat has formed under his armpits and behind his back.
Another wave of nausea hits me and I try hard not to lose my balance.
His eyes move over us slowly as a smile curls at his mouth.
“Well,” he says smoothly. “What a gift. My two favourite girls in one place.”
“You are a sick fuck Fisher,” I growl out with more steadiness than I feel and I watch as his eyes light up.
“You were always exceptional, Fae,” he murmurs and licks his lips.
His eyes roam over my body and my skin crawls. Others step in behind him, but I don’t focus on them. I can’t. My eyes stay locked on him as I watch with disgust. My hands tremble at my sides as I watch him begin to undo his belt. The soft slide of leather through metal makes my entire body go cold.
“Father, please no…” Robyn squeaks out, getting on her feet and clutching the back of my top.
“Sweet daughter, what did I tell you? Hmm?”
My body goes rigid as he takes a step towards us. I still feel slightly off balance from the drugs as I scan the room for some sort of weapon to help us. All I see is five men over six feet with a disgusting hunger in their faces.
“I told you that if you don’t behave, different punishments will start. Now you can watch me teach Fae the manners she seems to have forgotten.”
“No!” Robyn shouts and before I can stop her she’s jumping from behind my body towards him.
Everything happens to quickly; she barely gets her small feeble hand on him before she is rugby tackled to the ground. The impact jars my teeth as a huge lump of a man takes her down and I run to try and support her.
Fisher is there just as quick; he immobilises me with the help of his lackeys and I kick and scream and bite.
Distantly I realise I’m drawing blood from someone’s arms but it’s too late, too futile.
Cuffs are attached to me as I turn my face and take in Robyn on the floor opposite me who is still thrashing and crying.
“Close your eyes,” I demand as I feel my top being cut and my trousers being roughly pulled down but Robyn just shakes her head slightly.
“CLOSE YOUR FUCKING EYES!” I scream at her as my voice breaks and Fisher laughs manically behind me.
“Jesus fucking Christ, I have missed this cunt. Is it still tight Fae? Is it still mine or did you let Roman destroy it?”
The first strike doesn’t register as pain, it registers as sound. A sharp crack splits the air behind me, like something tearing open but half a second later the sensation follows; a thin, searing line across my back that feels almost unreal, like someone dragged a blade made a fire across my skin.
My breath leaves me before I can stop it.
The second lands before I processed the first. This time the pain blooms properly.
It isn’t neat, it isn’t contained. It explodes outward from the point of impact in violent ripples, like a row of heated pins being driven into me all at once as hundreds of tiny points of pain ignite beneath my skin.
My muscles seize instinctively, arching away from it, but there is nowhere to go. By the third strike, my body understands what is happening and the anticipation becomes its own torture.
Smack “This is to teach my daughter a lesson,”
Smack. “This is for fucking Roman.”
Smack. “This is because I get to leave marks on you now, wife.”
My knickers are ripped off me as I hear the whistle of the belt cutting through the air and my nerves light up before it even touches me. The impact steals the air from my lungs again and again.
I try to wiggle free but it’s to no avail and in the end I lay there as still as possible as I brace for the impact.
The fire spreads wider, not just a line but a blazing inferno that crawls across my shoulders and down my spine.
A scream finally breaks free from my lungs as I feel him enter me in one brutal thrust. The noise of the whipping must have stopped me from hearing him get himself undressed
“Yes,” he hisses behind me as I try to go somewhere far away in my brain.
“This is my reward.”
Thrust after thrust, whip after whip.
My snot and tears stream down my face as Robyn looks on helplessly. I beg her to close her eyes; to turn around but a firmness covers her face as she refuses. I feel the metal of his buckles dig into my back as another line of agony crosses other.
My body shakes violently as time seems to distort until finally he cums and pulls himself out.
“Clean her up, if she gets an infection, it will be you who is under the belt next time.”
I hear a thud, before footsteps start retreating but I don’t move from the pile he left me in.
Breathing hurts, moving hurts, existing fucking hurts. My whimpers seem loud as Robyn makes small steps towards me. And somewhere beneath the agony, beneath the trembling and the heat and the metallic taste in my mouth, something darker begins to grow.
My Father and Fisher made a mistake bringing me into the same room as Robyn.
They think they have beaten me, but they have forged me.
It’s not just my life on the line. It’s hers.
And I will burn the entire empire to the ground before I ever let him own her.