Chapter 42 Scarlett
Scarlett
All these rooms had devices in them.
Leather cuffs, chains, long rubber things, rubber balls with straps on them, and so many other things I had never seen before.
I was as scared as I was curious. They didn’t look like anything the people at the church would punish with, but then again, more often than not, the punishments had always come from the hands or the whip, and I certainly hadn’t seen anything like the whips they used.
I had no idea how he would use them, but I suppose that was part of the reason I was here. For him to use in any way he saw fit.
This house was like a fortress, meant to confuse anyone who hadn’t memorized the blueprints. A prison, I suppose.
I wondered if that’s what he wanted me to feel like. As if I were in a prison.
My entire life, I had feared never being able to escape the church, Thomas, the Leaders, and now I was truly in a place where I knew I would never escape from, but the only thing it did was cause my skin to tighten and my stomach to flutter.
I was aroused at the idea.
I didn’t understand how that worked. How my mind could switch so fully.
I was trapped here like I was in that church.
I was going to be subjected to a man taking everything from me like they wanted to do to me at the church.
I was owned. I was property. Everything was the same yet wholly different, and I didn’t know why.
Would Azrael know?
Would Alaric?
I glanced back subtly before returning my attention forward. Alaric had been my shadow today. Keeping his distance, completely silent, which I appreciated. Maybe I should ask him.
Or maybe I would remain silent too. After all, I always did my best thinking in my own head.
I ran my fingers along the dark walls of yet another hall, the white lights inset in intervals along the top where the wall and ceiling met.
I was on the third floor, so I knew that the offices were somewhere near. That’s where Azrael was.
I wasn’t necessarily searching for Azrael, but I wouldn’t mind stumbling into his office. I wondered if he would give me the blueprints if I asked. I had such a good memory, if I could just study it for a few minutes, I would never wander again.
I glanced over at my fingers as they traced along the wall.
I felt strange. Everything I touched, everything I felt, it seemed…
more electrified. Louder, I suppose. Emotions were bubbling up faster.
I was finding it harder to control the way I reacted to certain things, and I felt so many more textures.
I thought the numbness had all been because of what they had done to me, but now?
Now it felt as if I were growing all new nerves.
That couldn’t have been from Azrael. He couldn’t change my nerves.
I stopped, flexing my hand, my eyes falling to that heavy bracelet that now rested around my wrist permanently. Could he?
Warm eyes drifted over me slowly, causing my spine to straighten and my eyes to lift.
Standing at the end of the hall, half in shadows, his cane gripped menacingly in one hand, was Azrael.
His eyes flicked behind me. “Your brothers are running an errand. They’re bringing back a gift. You’ll get to have your way with her when I’m done.”
My brows furrowed and I turned to Alaric in question, but he was already heading back the way we had come. I liked him. He was powerful in his silence, it’s how I wanted to be. The kind of quiet that makes lesser people wither in fear.
I wondered how Thomas would fare in front of Alaric. He feared Azrael so much that even his presence set him off, but maybe Alaric would make him so terrified that he would never talk again.
When I turned back, Azrael had stalked silently closer, causing my heart to skip. Without saying a word, he gestured to a door behind me.
I glanced back before finding his eyes again, searching them. They were bright, glowing even. He looked as if he were a part of the shadows he walked in, and everything about it caused my skin to burn, but I had a question to ask.
I sanded my fingers together as I lifted my hands, a bit of worry filling me. “It’s the same,” I signed slowly. “Me being here and me being there.”
His eyes never broke away from mine, but I knew he knew what I had said. He saw everything. “The mind is a devilish thing, isn’t it?” he hummed.
When he didn’t go on, I knew that it was all he was going to say. Yes, it was a devilish thing.
There had to be a difference, I just had to find it.
I headed for the door, my heart picking up. This was it then. He was going to take my purity, making me a true whore.
His whore.
I shivered as I pushed open the door, that pulse of anticipation thrumming between my legs. I could be his whore. I wanted to be the best whore he ever had.
I looked around the room. I must have missed this door coming down the hall because I didn’t remember it at all.
The room was almost entirely stone except for the far wall which was made of floor to ceiling windows that overlooked the endless sea of trees.
In the center of the room was some sort of stone altar that sat up on a stone platform. It didn’t look very big, maybe three and a half feet long and two feet wide. Certainly not a bed.
There was a mirror on one wall, and on the other, there was a beautiful large cabinet made of dark colored wood. That cabinet, I knew from visiting previous rooms, held an array of devices for whatever he had planned.
I stepped up to the platform, looking at that stone altar. Laying in the center of it was a curved silk pillow that looked a lot stiffer than any pillow I had ever used.
I heard the door shut behind me, my heart racing, my pussy throbbing, my skin so tight over my body, I felt as if I might explode.
“Take off your clothes,” he told me, his voice barely above a whisper.
I swallowed, my body filled with that buzzing electricity, my hands shaking. I couldn’t feel my lungs. “Did you drug me?” I asked before slowly crouching down and undoing my boots.
“If you’re referring to your new sense of feeling and emotion, the answer is no,” he answered, remaining where he was behind me.
“They had you on mind-numbing medication for your entire life. It’ll be wearing off for the next few days, although the fact that you’ve already noticed it does make me wonder.
Perhaps you were more like me than I previously thought.
Our minds on drugs become more feral once they get a taste of true freedom. ”
I kicked my boots and socks off before standing and reaching for the tied ribbon at the small of my back. I caught that. He said our.
“You’ll be feeling a constant change for the next week or two, the doctor estimates, but seeing you today after being off it for only five days is promising.”
I pulled the ribbon, undoing the knot, and slowly started loosening the corset, glancing to the mirror to see that he was standing right in front of the door, watching me. How different would I be in two weeks then?
Why was he watching me? Did he like what he saw? I wanted his obsession, and I had gotten it. He was going to take what he wanted, and I was as excited as I was terrified about that.
He angled his head when I finally got the corset fully loosened. “Are you nervous, little sinner?”
I returned my attention back to that altar as I took my hat off and dropped it on my boots.
My mind was spinning. I had been naked in front of Thomas since I was 12 years old, and besides him, I had been put in clothes that almost always either hardly covered a thing or were so tight, I may have well been naked.
All that to say that I wasn’t ashamed of how I looked. I wasn’t uncomfortable with it, but he did make me nervous. Everything about this made me nervous.
I pulled my dress up and over my head, dropping it beside me, the chill of the room drifting over my skin, causing my nipples to harden and my skin to flood with goosebumps.
I shivered, pressing my thighs together, my entire body itching with a need I recognized immediately.
I wanted him to touch me.
I needed him to touch me. It’s all I had been thinking about since the first time I had orgasmed. His touch. His hands on me. Him being the driving force of what I felt when I found my end using my own fingers.
“Look at you,” Azrael hummed, pulling my eyes back to the mirror.
His hand had tightened around his cane, his eyes scanning over me, warming my body from foot to head, flooding me with goosebumps.
“Get on the altar,” he ordered me. “Lie down.”
I turned back to the altar, sanding my fingers together. It looked so small, too small to truly be comfortable. How was I supposed to lay on something that had a large, curved pillow in the center of it anyway?
“The pillow goes in the center of your spine,” he explained, his voice low. “Lie on your back, let your limbs fall naturally.”
My heart was pounding in my ears. Okay, it seemed easy enough.
I inhaled deeply and crawled up onto the altar, the rough edge of the altar digging into my skin painfully as I tried to shift onto my back.
The curved pillow hardly gave at all as I laid down. It stretched my spine, my head falling off the altar on the mirror side, my legs falling to either side of the altar, exposing all of me to the room.
I shivered again. It actually felt good. The way my body stretched around the pillow, my limbs elongated, it felt relaxing. I wondered if I could get one of these pillows in the bed. Not to fall asleep on, but just to help me stretch before falling asleep.
When my attention fell to the mirror, finding myself reflected back, I froze. Suddenly everything fell away when I locked eyes with myself for the first time in as long as I could remember.
I had hazel eyes. How had I forgotten that? Hazel. Brown and green and gold. They were beautiful and bright, and they held as much dark weight as Azrael’s always had.