Chapter 39 Scars #2
“Oh I plan to treat you exactly as you’ve acted tonight.
Little whore,” he practically vibrated with excitement.
I didn’t like the sound of his happiness towards the pain I was surely about to suffer; the door to the study was up ahead.
I straightened myself, putting on a brave face.
I knew of Shaw’s reputation; it was hard to miss as he rose through the ranks of the Obsidian mafia, a nobody but yet so determined to make his mark.
You wouldn’t have guessed that he was the son of the late Sartori Sawtooth.
The circumstances of the disappearance of the Sawtooth family and Shaw’s allegiance to the Obsidians still raised questions in my mind.
I had no reason to suspect that he was with the Obsidians all this time, but I was too young and too na?ve to know the truth.
Laughter tumbled out of me; it was probably the worst time.
I mean, that’s what started this all. He jerked us to a stop, and I turned towards him still in a fit of giggles.
“What is so funny?” he bit out. My laughter died as I stared at him defiantly.
“You know their death was your fault right? Your reckless act of drowning me was the reason Midas killed them. Just because you hide behind the obsidian’s hag doesn’t mean you are any less Sartori.
It’s pathetic, the Sawtooth’s were one of the greats and now the last dwindled to serving some Blackett bitch.
Poor Micah must be rolling in his grave at what became of his son,” I clicked my lips in disapproval.
Shaw backhanded me so hard I fell to the ground.
My jaw throbbed, and my teeth rattled. I spat blood at him, a grin appearing on my bloodied lips.
“Now you understand,” I stood, wiped my mouth and laughed bitterly.
If I were going to pay for a punishment, I wanted it to be a punishment worth the price.
Now I knew that it was worth it. I knew that Shaw would break me.
I had already accepted it when I agreed.
I just hadn’t realized how he would do it.
My cheek throbbed as I entered the study, which held everyone of importance.
The warmth in this room was overwhelming.
It made me claustrophobic. It wasn’t the bodies.
It was the space. The room is too small, an intimate area.
I remembered a little girl playing at the hearth, a mother’s laughter and Daddy’s warm embrace.
I blinked back tears. My eyes scanned across the faces.
They blurred together until my eyes locked with Scott, bound and gagged to a steel chair.
Muted screams escaped him. Cole stood with a hand gripped on Scott’s shoulder, a dejected look on his face, and eyes that wouldn’t meet mine.
Regret cascaded off him; it was my fault.
I knew he regretted his agreement to my plan.
Why save this boy? I couldn’t answer him then, too afraid to admit my infatuation might be more.
Cole would understand one day … I hoped.
April Blackett sat in the middle of the room, a front-row seat to my misery.
Midas sat a few chairs away from the obsidian head but was still just as deadly with his gaze.
The others in the room, puppets and strings not yet moved and cut.
The accountant who would die for greedy hands and the guards who would clean the mess.
It was a private show, of course. A family show.
Shaw gripped my waist from behind, and I shivered.
Disgust rolled through me as he led me to the bench next to the fire.
I stood in front of the wooden ledge, my knees resting against the edge, my back exposed to the room.
I heard the shuffle of clothes and the thud when they hit the floor.
Silent tears slid down my face. So fucking scared, I turned to look at Shaw, his shirt gone, knife scars lined his broad frame, mostly his rib-cages and shoulders, and right under his heart was the phrase ‘Pain is only the beginning.’ The tattoo is old, worn and imitate.
A child-like scrawl to print, like someone gave the tattoo gun to a kid.
Shaw shoved my head forward again. Every hair on my skin stood on end.
Terrified of what was to proceed, I shook with anxiety.
“As you have gathered, we have a little rule breaker amongst us. A spoiled princess that doesn’t play fair.
Seeing as this is a union of our families I think the rules should be followed not disobeyed.
It will bring me no greater joy than to punish the rule breaker,” Shaw’s announced.
Rope bound my wrists. He tightened until a wince broke free from my lips.
When he turned away and I tested the knots, I couldn’t move my arms freely.
Bent in that awkward position, ass hung out and was so terribly exposed to the one person that scared me in life.
Muffled screams sounded as Shaw finished his address. Scott. Oh, I wish you didn’t have to watch. I never realized how loud cotton sounded as it dropped to the floor, not until that moment. I was too distracted, too caught up in my thoughts about cotton hitting the mahogany.
With the sawtooth knife sunk into my left shoulder, I screamed as it ripped flesh.
My body bent in an effort to pull away from the slice of skin.
Knees crashed onto the ground as I jerked against the binds.
It wasn’t a sharp blade; it was dulled. It felt like a used razor blade, but with serrated edges.
Blood trickled down my backside as he directed the blade.
I arched in protest, desperate to pull away.
“Ahh!” I wailed as he forced his dick into my dry pussy.
Tears streamed down my face. “No,” I protested.
My body slammed against the bench edge as I tried to escape Shaw’s penetration.
A bruise formed on my pelvis from the force with which I slammed forward.
Please don’t do this. His dick scraped against my wall as he sank deeper.
The blade was pulled just enough for the tip to still be embedded.
He twisted it, then snatched it out. Blood dripped onto my butt, and I whimpered, “please.”
He laughed, “Please what? Treat you like the little whore you are? You like it, you’re so wet for me.”
Agonized screams vibrated my vocal cords as the a hot rod hissed against my wound.
I lurched back as the smell of burned flesh reached my nostrils.
Shaw’s dick slammed into me as I fought to keep still.
It would be better if I just kept still.
How very wrong I was, Shaw groaned in pleasure at my pain.
Legs forced mine apart as he shoved forward.
My pussy involuntarily tensed around him as he throbbed inside me.
The action fueled him. My back sizzled as something cold was pressed against it.
I howled, my vision blinked, the smell suffocated me, and I hunched over.
“No, please don’t,” I pleaded. Unable to stay upright, my body crashed into the ledge as Shaw’s cock slammed into me.
My head pounded against the wall; my body didn’t have the strength to keep it upright.
Nausea rolled from my stomach to the back of my throat, and I gagged on acid.
Everything burned; everything was on fire.
I couldn’t breathe. My lungs clamored for more oxygen without prevailing.
I cried loudly; his brutality was too much.
I twisted my head towards the fireplace, and I saw the tool he’d just used in Cole’s hand.
I never thought he would betray me like that.
He didn’t look at me; he just stared on like a soldier charged with guarding the post. Only moving on command.
Please — why is he doing this to me? I wept upon noticing the ice bucket on the table, with an expensive wine chilling within.
It was just an after party to some unspecified deal.
The ice should have been melting but it wasn’t melting as fast as it should.
“Oh you’re not getting off that easy, we still have four and a half letters to go,” he grunted as his dick slammed against me.
I choked out a sob; my insides burned with every thrust. He’s pounds slowed when the friction ignited against him.
I prayed it was over, but the blade drove between the soft tendrils of muscle this time.
“Fuck,” I keened as he repeated the process.
Instead of the knife being driven downward, it was carved upwards.
The cut was just as agonizing as I screeched for it to stop.
His blade afflicted my shoulder as he finished the first letter.
W.
Incoherent pleas left me, my voice raw from screaming. I couldn’t fight. Momma? I thought I saw her, a bitter smile on her face as she reached out to caress my hair.