CHAPTER 3
So many thoughts invaded my mind as i lay there, curled up in that
horrible, small cage. I curled myself into a tight ball, my knees bending,
my arms pulling them until they touched my chin. i wanted to see and hear
my Master so much just then. i was starting to think i never would, after
which followed wishes to die right then and there, if that was the case.
my body and mind would never obey Rick... they only knew how to obey one
Person... and Rick was simply not Him. Not even close.
i trembled the entire night, my heart racing, sweat covering me, making me
shiver and tremble even more. As the first rays of morning peeked through the
blanket, i held myself into that ball even tighter. When my ears picked up
the sound of footsteps, the trembling became almost violent. i couldn't stop
from shaking... i was cold, soaked from sweat, and sore all over... and now,
every limb and body part was sore and stuff from being so cramped in the cage.
As the blanket was suddenly lifted from the cage, i threw myself against the
corner of the cage, shielding my eyes with my hand, my body still trembling.
Rick reached in and grabbed my left ankle, dragging me out of the cage into
the cold, smooth surface of the cement floor. He didn't stop there... dragging
me down the hall, into another room. Once there, he made me stand up, then
angrily shoved me against the wall, my already bruised cheek hitting the wall.
He barked at me to raise my hands... and spread my legs. i did as i was told,
and the trembling increased as he came near me, securing my wrists over my
head with iron cuffs, and then yanked hard on the chain that was attached to
the cuffs. my body was raised until i was on my toes, then he cuffed my ankles
to the wall. my calves started cramping almost immediately, which seemed to
make his smile only bigger... wider... even more evil.
He picked up a long whip, and i cringed as i spotted the metal spike-looking
thing at the end. Like a tiny, iron ball with spikes coming out of it. He raised
the whip, shouting at me with the kind of rage i had never before seen from
anyone.
"You little worthless slut!!! Look at you! I was supposed to sell you today,
and I come down to you looking like a fucking mess! You're fucking wet all over,
you horny little pain slut! I guess if you like pain that much, I'll just have
to teach you and show you what pain really is!"
i winced... oh god, i thought... He thought my sweat was from excitement!?
i started trembling again. The first time that whip struck, my scream was so
powerful, it came out as a gasp. That spikey thing dug into my skin, ripping
a long line of flesh from my back. Rick was an expert at using it, i could
tell.
The next one, i cried out, begging for mercy, to no avail. He shouted at me,
calling me some names i didn't even know the meaning of. i clenched my eyes
shut, wishing for immediate death right then and there, but death was not taking
me yet. i cried, i yelled, i begged, i was pleading for mercy, for my life...
to be able to serve him... anything that would make that whip stop tearing
the skin and flesh away from my back. i could feel the blood oozing out, and
dripping down my back. A few times, he had caught my ass and upper thighs,
but those were mere stings... it was the way he lashed the whip along my back
that was slowly killing me. The spikey thing would dig in, and he would expertly
guide the whip upwards, downwards, or across, dragging the spike, and my flesh,
with it.
i don't remember passing out. i remember screaming, and heard a loud, deep
bang of a door, but then everything fades to black. The last thing i felt,
was the sensation of fresh, dark red blood trailing down my back, crossing
the lines of already dried blood, leaving dark red streaks all over and down
my back, and the lonely tear that felt similar to the blood, as it rolled down
my cheek.
He stood over the lifeless form of Rick, the crowbar in His shaking hand.
His hard, piercing steel-blue eyes scanned the room, stopping at the lifeless
form of His beloved. The crowbar dropped out of His hand, and clanked to the
floor, rolling away. His legs pumped underneath Him as he ran over to her.
He had the cuffs undone in seconds, and held her, cradling her in His lap,
His head resting on her forehead. Tears stung His eyes, His heart making a
very large lump in His throat. He panicked suddenly, and His fingers reached
down to her neck, searching for a pulse. He held His breath, waiting for the
signal of life to tell Him she was still alive...
