Chapter 9

~Emma’s P.O.V.

When I opened my eyes, a wave of darkness engulfed my surroundings. The absence of light instilled a sense of unease within me. As my eyes adjusted to the void, I was startled to discover that I was in a small room with crimson walls. I realized that I was completely naked, vulnerable and exposed. A shiver ran down my spine. So I was back in the hell.

To compound my distress, I soon became aware that my hands were bound tightly behind my back, rendering me immobile. My legs were spread wide apart, further accentuating my helplessness. It was as if I had been transported back to a nightmarish realm, a place of torment and suffering.

Suddenly I saw him. He was standing in front of me with a smirk. A dim light start emitting to make me visible. He was looking at my body. Oh No. How can he do that?

"You are still the same," he said, his voice dripping with malice. His words hung in the air, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth. He was now only a few inches away from me. He leaned down and grabbed my chin in his hand, staring into my wide eyes.

“But that time I never touch you because I respect you but you played with me. Now you are my slave and I will teach you how to obey master.” His voice was icy and distant.

“You are nothing to me. I will never bow in front of you.” I screamed with disgust. I never wanted to be weak in front of him. What does he think that he would make me weak by this way? No that was not possible.

"I'm warning you," He grabbed my throat and whispered, "you will never yell at me, no matter who you are or where you go. I will always be here, watching and waiting, just like these intangible chains that bind us together." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a set of intensely sharp and barbed nipple clamps. I gasped. My eyes widened in horror.

He smirked. "You disobeyed me and now you will be punished for it," he said. He circled around me. He raised the clamps in his hand and looked with an ominous expression.

"Now, kneel before me," he commanded.

I shook my head and remained standing. My defiance only seemed to fuel his anger and he grabbed me by the throat and pushed me down to the ground.

"You will obey me," he growled and knelt down in front of me.

He began to apply the barbed clamps to my nipples. I winced in pain as the sharp spikes dug into my flesh.

He leaned in closer and whispered in my ear. "You will learn obedience. Or else," he hissed. He then began to twist the clamps, slowly increasing the pressure and the pain. Fear and humiliation began to take over me. I wanted to cry, but I refused to give him the satisfaction. I had to remain strong and silent. I reminded myself that I was a survivor, and that I could make it through this. But he was palnning something else. He wanted to hear my screams. He continued to twist the clamps until I sobbed; now he was satisfied with the level of pain i was inflicting.

He stood up and observed his work. He smiled with satisfaction.

"You will never disobey me again," he said. He then grabbed me by the hair and pulled me to my feet.

My throat tightened and I closed my eyes, trying to make sense of his words. I was completely powerless and vulnerable, and his mere presence was enough to make me feel ashamed. I was helpless and that was the thing and I never experienced in my life.

I was being tortured and my nipples were being squeezed apart.

“You think that you can make me weak by this?” I dared to speak again, not wanting him to please.

“You will, my dear.” He smiled sarcastically as he was sure about it.

“You will remain like this until my return.” With that, he walked away, leaving me alone in the darkness. “No, you can’t do this to me. I will never accept you as my master. You are a savage. I hate you.” I screamed with all my might but he was gone. I was now at the mercy of my captor, and I had no idea what was to come. All I knew was that I was in an endless cycle of fear and humiliation.