BROKEN SPIRIT

~Kelsey

What the hell was this place?

The air was warm, thick with the scent of leather and men's perfume.

The walls were painted deep red, the kind of red that looked too rich, too bold, too intimate for a regular bedroom.

A massive canopy bed stood at the center, its headboard fitted with cuffs. Chains hung from the ceiling, polished and waiting to be used.

There were racks along the far walls,some holding ropes, others displaying tools I didn’t even know existed.

My throat went dry.

What the actual fuck?

This was a sex dungeon.

No, this was to be Mr. Alessandro’s sex dungeon. My mother was an eccentric lover, she was too gracious and peaceful to be into this kind of stuff.

My stomach twisted in guilt.

I wasn’t supposed to be here. This was a violation of Mr. Alessandro’s privacy.

I took a step back, ready to leave but my eyes caught a small phone sitting at the corner of the bed.

Its screen was severely damaged with my wedding photo as the background.

This was Marcus's phone!

My stomach dropped.

How did he get hold of it? He knew too much and as much as I tried to pretend, it scared me.

I raised the knife, holding it tightly in front of me.

“Come out, you sick freak!” I shouted, my voice shaking.

There was no answer.

I inched forward, my eyes scanning every nook, every corner, my heart hammering so loud I could barely hear anything else.

The room felt too still.

Then, as if on command, strong arms snatched me from behind.

I screamed, twisting wildly as one hand grabbed my wrist and slammed it against the wall while the other coiled tightly around my throat. Not choking, but firm enough to warn me not to fight.

He leaned in, his breath brushing against my ear as he pressed me flat against the wall.

“Found you, Kelsey, ” he whispered.

I could feel the weight of him behind me. His thick masculine scent filled my nostrils, I could barely breathe.

Panic roared through me. I kicked back, squirmed and screamed at him but nothing worked. He was too strong.

His hand gripped the knife, pried it out of my fingers like it was nothing and tossed it aside.

He spun me around and for the first time, I saw his face clearly.

Holy hell!

He was beautiful. Not in a soft, charming way but in a dark, deadly kind of way. His jet black hair fell over his forehead, messy and wild and framing his perfectly sculpted face.

But it was his eyes that knocked the breath out of me.

Gray, cold and piercing.

They stared straight into me like he knew every secret I had ever kept.

"Stare much longer and you might fall inlove," he said with a grin.

I shivered.

“You’re insane,” I breathed, trembling. “Get your hands off me!"

He didn’t flinch.

He grabbed my wrists and held them in one hand, yanking off his belt with the other.

“What are you doing?" I whimpered, panic surging through my veins.

He looked up at me, his face a mix of amusement and disgust.

"I wouldn't fuck you even if you were one of my whores. Don't flatter yourself," he spat, his eyes assessing me.

I froze. He just referred to me as undesirable and for some reason it hurt.

"Well....if I was so undesirable, why are you bothering me?" I responded in a weak attempt to save what was left of my dignity.

"Shut up, Kelsey," he responded coldly as he wrapped the belt tight around my wrists, binding them together.

“Let me go!” I kicked at him, twisting violently.

He caught me mid-swing and threw me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing.

“Put me down!” I shrieked, punching his back. “You psycho, put me the hell down!”

He ignored me, calm as ever as he strode across the room to where the large bed was.

Without warning, he dropped me.

I hit the ground with a hard thud, scrambling up on my knees.

"I'll make sure you regret this," I threatened as I tried to bite the belt loose.

He looked at me with disgust and looked away without saying a word.

"Let me go!" I screamed as I struggled with the restraints.

“You need to learn some manners,Kelsey," he said, his voice low and menacing.

He pulled off his jacket and began folding the sleeves of his shirt.

My heart thundered. Was he finally going to kill me?

I was going to die and nobody would know this crazy man was my murderer.

"Are you going to be a good girl from now on, Kelsey?" He asked, tilting my chin up to look at him.

“Fuck. You.”

His jaw ticked and I saw the rage burning in his eyes.

He yanked me forward and dragged me over his lap before I could even blink.

I gasped, kicking my feet as I squirmed. “Don’t you dare!”

He didn’t answer.

He pulled down my shorts, revealing my thin lace underwear.

"What the fuck ?" I screamed as I struggled in his lap..

Sharp pain bloomed across my backside as his palm made contact with it.

I screamed.

He struck again.

And again.

Each slap leaving me breathless, humiliated, furious and a little bit turned on.

As shameless as it was to admit, it felt good but I wanted him to stop.

“You think this is how you teach someone a lesson?” I shouted, my voice cracking.

“This is how you learn obedience, Kelsey.”

Another hit.

Tears pricked my eyes, not just from the pain but from the sheer rage boiling in my blood.

“I’ll kill you for this,” I hissed.

He leaned down, his lips brushing my ear.

“I'm not Marcus, I'll snap your fucking neck,” he murmured.

My breath caught in my throat.

This man was a monster!

"Are you going to be a good girl now?" He asked as he spanked me again.

"Go fuck yourself!" I spat.

I heard him grunt as his palm made contact with my bare ass again.

This time it was more painful than the others.

I screamed as he struck again but he didn't stop.

"Are you going to speak to him again?" He growled.

I shook my head, my tears stinging my eyes.

"Say it!" He thundered as he spanked me again..

"I'm not going to speak to Mr, Alphonso anymore," I screamed, my voice breaking.

He pulled my shorts up and flipped me off his lap and onto the bed.

Without saying a word to me, he grabbed his coat and walked out of the room like he did not just destroy the last bit of dignity I had left.