Upon awakening, she found herself restrained by shackles that held on to both her hands and feet.
An empty chair sat before her along with multiple whips and knives. But that wasn't what scared her, it was the fact that she couldn't move and another fact that she was naked, completely bare to the wind and for all eyes to see.
Luckily, only her pair of eyes resided in the room, but on the outside, she knew another pair awaits. She could hear the heavy footsteps that approached and each one hit her already shattering pride with unrestrained strength.
Why her? She thought.
Why did such atrocity have to happen to her?
She was a normal girl, and though she had an abnormal weight of pride, she lived a normal life too, so...why her?
Why did it have to be her?
A tear streamed down her left cheek, moistening and stinging the still protruded skin. It reminded her of what happened the other night.
How she had begged and how unbearable the pain that still lingered had been. She was now sorry she hadn't given in and she was even sorrier when the door before her was pushed open and her captor walked in.
She knew it was him, those empty eyes told her. They were fixated on her, just as they had been that night and now since she could clearly see his cold expression, a crippling amount of fear ran through her.
He was going to beat her again. No, this time he was going to torture, then kill her. That was what the whips and the knives were for, and now instead of her nakedness, she worried for her life.
Was this how she would die?
Naked and completely unprepared?
She hadn't repented and redeemed herself yet.
She hadn't gotten married like she had promised her mom either.
And she hadn't even lost her virginity.
So how could she just die here?
That's right...she couldn't die yet, not like this, not without living out her life. She was just 22 after all, she had so much life ahead of her, but this psycho planned to take it all away.
A whimper left her lips and another breached the air when she noticed him stepping closer. His steps were large and steady and confidence weighed down in each one until he stood before her.
A calm expression laid across his face, but despite that, she still felt fear boiling and bubbling within her.
He stepped even closer, his hand reaching out until it grabbed her chin, forcing her to look into his dark, empty eyes. "You remind me of my mother." He said, words slow and raspy.
"She was just like you, so stubborn too, but dad made her submit. You see those whips." He gestured to his tools. "Those were what he used on her and guess what?"
Lexie looked at him expectantly, she wanted to spicily ask him what, but her fear dragged the lone word back down her throat.
Zheme on the other hand rose a single brow, watching her expression. She was scared, he could tell, yet that wouldn't stop him from finishing his statement. "With those whips, those knives, she'd easily comply."
The girl tied in front of him shivered, but that just encouraged a creepy smirk to spread across his lips. "—I'm yours— That's all you have to say and all this torture will stop then maybe we'll get to the good part." He grabbed a knife and with it, he lightly chased her soft, milky skin. "But I could always slice you until you submit." He shrugged.
There was no escaping this, he knew and sadly, Lexie knew it too. He'd kill her… considering his mental health, he had the potential to.
So when his knife breached under her breast, Lexie unsurprisingly gave up.
She swallowed, slowly nodding her head to show him that she understood. "I-I...I'm...I'm..." She swallowed again, finding whatever she had to say hard. "I... I...I." The words were stuck in her throat, But when the knife slowly ran down her stomach, words rode the air after dislodging from her mouth. "Can I...can I at least s-say it when I get to know you?"
Her eyes fluttered shut as she awaited the pain she had long predicted would come. But surprisingly, that pain didn't come, instead a gentle hand caressed her cheek.
Her eyes fluttered open and she took a peek at the man. A pleased smile lingered on his lips as his fingers dipped down her neck then drew lines along her jaw. "You can say it whenever you want kitten, I trust after knowing me enough you truly will."
Zheme's calloused hand left her cheek and dug into his pocket, taking out a silver key. He used it to unlock her shackles and immediately, Lexie fell to her knees, too weak to stand, too weak to even crawl.
He gathered her up in his arms and despite her tenuousness, she put up a fight, struggling to escape his grip, determine to survive on her own.
But he held onto her tight, admiring her for her determination and strength. It was quite alluring when a voluptuous and beautiful woman held on to stubbornness and it was even more alluring when they refuse to give in. He liked her already, she'd be hard to tame, but he was patient enough to wait.
He lead her into the kitchen where he had already prepared breakfast. He knew she was hungry, she hadn't eaten a thing since she passed out yesterday and if he didn't feed her now, he knew she'd probably fall unconscious again.
Lexie laid still in his arms, her naked body absorbing his warmth and her heart beating a mile a minute. She was scared of him, he had the potential to get rid of her at any time convenient to him and even if he didn't plan to kill her, she knew he'd torture her until she wish he did.
Her thoughts scattered and died when she was abruptly placed on a wooden chair and a plate consisting of two whole sandwiches and sliced fruits was placed before her.
She looked up at her captor, a tremor running down her spine when her gaze met his cold eyes.
"Eat." He commanded, yet she did no such thing, instead, she looked down at her nakedness and said. "I want nothing from someone as psychotic as you."
Immediately after her statement, her chin was in his grasp, forcing her face up and her gaze once again met his cold stare. "Eat. If you don't, you'll once again pass out."
Lexie shook her head out of his grip, glaring at the floor. She was scared shitless, but still, she held onto her degrading pride. "I won't eat, there's food at my house. My mother probably cooked a ton and I could've been eating that if you hadn't locked me up in here."
Something heavy fell on the table and her eyes rose to take a peek at what it was.
She did find out what it was, but it only invited more fear in her already quivering heart. It was his hand and a small knife was etched beneath it.
She tenuously backed away from the table, not missing the sick smile that appeared on his lips. "I never asked if your mom cooked or not, in fact, I didn't ask you anything at all. I told you to eat, so I expect you to."
He shoved the plate of food closer to her and immediately her shaking hands grabbed a sliced apple.
After cleaning her plate, Lexie was forced to bathe, then coerced to haul on a tight fitted dress. He was taking her out and as his fiancé, he said she had to look her best. Her makeup was heavily done, her hair styled with bands and gel, her nails polished and properly groomed. She felt like a doll, beautiful yet fake, but it seems to him, she was beautiful and awfully real, at least that was how she seem to look in his eyes. She was standing atop of the staircase, a frown etched across her lips as his eyes assessed her. At the moment, his eyes didn't seem empty and dark, they had this little speck of light in them along with a pool of adoration. He was smiling, the tips of his lips almost touching his ears. Momentarily, she didn't feel fear busting through her veins...why? Well because he looked so innocent, way too innocent to kidnap and beat a woman into unconsciousness. But she knew better, she got the kidnap and the beatin
Now standing shakily in the crowded mall, Lexie still felt like crying. After all, he had invaded her personal space and did something to her that she had only dreamt of doing. She was a virgin in every single way, maybe not her lips, but every other else part of her body, and yet someone completely uninvited had the audacity to touch the place not even she had the strength to touch and guess what...? She felt pleasure from it. Then again, anybody would... Or. Maybe not... But perhaps it was the way his hand had loosely draped her neck, the way it had slowly ran down her chest and the way it had gently, as if hesitantly caressed her clit. It felt good, like out of this world good and when he...when he pushed his finger into her delicate warmth, the pleasure became extreme. But should she feel this way, especially when
Again, Lexie sat timidly in the left corner of the car, her captor seated in the opposite corner. His eyes were fixated on her, a look of amusement dwelling in their depths. "Come here, Lexie." He demanded, voice deep and calm. Pretending not to hear, Lexie abruptly looked away, her eyes traveling to the tinted glass, barring her off from the blurred world of the outside. She missed her freedom and her drawings, she missed her mom, her dad, her best friend and her despicable brothers... She missed her old life. It had been almost a day and a half now since she had been kidnapped and the days of her captivation were her worst. She hated feeling caged, but sadly, in that prison her captor called a house was where they were heading. If she could, she'd refuse to go, but matters concerning her own damn life, she had no say in. She was n
Lexie was slowly losing hope. It's been an hour now since she started searching but there was nothing she could use to help with her escape. There was no sign of the keys which meant he had them on him and she watched too many episodes of prison break to not check the boards under the carpet for a secret passage. She checked upstairs too, checked under each and every bed, checked the closets and even though she was positive that the windows were barred, she still double checked them. But as she had hoped against, there was nothing to contribute to a clean escape... Which only meant she had to stay with this psycho for the rest of her life. Away from her family, away from her friends, away from her boyfriend, away from her drawings...away from her home and with someone she'd prefer to travel the ends of the earths than stay with. Her life was truly traveling down a path of lugubriousness, the
Zheme held tightly to Lexie's foot with the hand he considered good. He was in pain, his body aching so much that even sitting seemed arduous, yet he turned a blind eye to the pain and instead focused on his fleeing fiancé. What was she doing? Trying to kill him...? What else was she planning to do? Leave? Where was she going? To that place she once considered home? If so, then today will not be the day she returned because he wouldn't let her. She was his, now and forever more and to her, he'll ensure to make that very clear. With all the strength he could muster, he pulled her back, watching with eyes that only held vengeance as she fell, face hitting the boards of the floor that had once been under her feet. She winced, breathing the pain she no doubt de
For the second time since she was kidnapped, Lexie woke up chained to the dungeon walls. Her head aching dully and her body sore and cramped. Impotence was the most primal emotion she felt along with shame. She was naked, her body bare to the breeze which scorched her skin like whips, her hair crawling all over her face and her lips chapped and dry like her throat. Her pride was now battered and bruised, her stomach empty and practically begging for food. But how could she quench her hunger when shackles restrained her hands and feet? Sighing a breath of frustration into the air, she listened to the only sounds loud enough to reach her ears, the chirping of the morning birds and the sound of every breath that passed her lips. Yesterday, she thought she had succeeded in getting away. She had managed to get her hands on hands the keys and had even managed to open the door
Pain... Hunger... That's all Lexie felt. Her back, her legs, her arms, her neck, everywhere ached with a mind numbing pain. As her fiancé ordered, she received ten lashes and right after she claimed them like a token, she fell into a deep sleep of unconsciousness. She thought she'd die when the first hit had punctured her skin and she saw hell and heaven when she got the last one. Every moment of that punishment was like living in relentless anguish, but despite the harshness of it, the hunger she felt was worst. It felt like a dagger was stuck in her stomach or probably parasites eating away flesh would more or likely define it. Its been a day and a half —if she calculated it correctly— since water or food had touched her lips and she was dying, slowly atrophying. If she could reach the dust tha
Zheme stood between the open space which the door had once been, his eyes fixated on his fiancé's erotically naked form. Even in such a drastic state she still looked like a being that had just stepped out of heaven. Her stiff breast, her most private possession, her curves, her...her everything, they were all heavenly, carefully and beautifully carved by that man they called god. But as he came to realize, physically, she was perfect, but mentally she had a problem that needed to be solved. She needed to learn how to submit, concede and obey, she needed to learn how to be his. His to control, his to use, his to love... She needed to learn and he'd teach her. Walking further into the room, he closed the door behind him and hasted but cautious steps were what he took to his bride. He stopped only inches away from her, dark eyes regarding her with m