“Where.. where are you taking me?!” She screams out and I simply ignore her, continuing to drag her until I arrive outside of the basement room that my wife is currently staying in.
“I think you’re going to love this.” I say with a smirk before pushing open the door to reveal my wife still hanging from the hook in the ceiling, her skin a pale white shade from the lack of blood flow.
Annabelle’s head snaps up the moment she hears the door open.
“Emily?” She whimpers before turning to me, her gaze like knives. “What the fuck are you doing with her? Let her go, you have me here!” Her words are sharp as she shakes around in the handcuffs that are slowly cutting into her skin. It would seem I’ve touched a nerve.
“Now, let’s calm down.” I say before dropping Emily’s foot to the hard ground, causing her to moan in pain again. “We’re just gonna have a little fun, that’s all. You must be bored, my love.”
“Go to hell!” Annabelle spits out, her voice laced with thick venom and I laugh heavily at her attempt to threaten me. She’s always been weak and that will never change, no matter how hard she tries to convince herself. I can see the fire in her eyes but it’ll never be enough to challenge me. She knows her place and that’s below me, like a pathetic dog.
Emily crawls backwards into a corner, the split tendon in her ankle still continuing to drip blood and I step over to my wife, her face filled with fury and anger. I lift my hand to run my fingers through her hair but she snaps her head back, avoiding my touch which only fuels the flames that are bubbling under my skin, like throwing gasoline on an already burning fire.
Annabelle turns her head to the side, her eyes shining with unshed tears as she looks at Emily who’s cowering in the corner and I think this might be my chance to finally break her, if she won’t cry for her pathetic boyfriend, I’ll have her screaming for this washed up whore instead. I lift my hand and grip the strands of her greasy hair between my fingers and yank her to face me, our noses inches away from each other.
“Who do you belong to?” I whisper against her filthy skin, but I get no reply as she keeps her mouth sealed shut. “I said, who the fuck do you belong to?”
With burning hatred in her eyes, she looks from my lips to myeyes. “Not you. I’ll never belong to you.” She seethes, and fuck if that doesn’t have my cock pitching in my trousers.
Keeping hold of her hair, I yank her head back until her throat is on show to me, then I dip my head to trace my lips over her sweaty skin, planting wet kisses across the expanse of her throat until I reach her ear lobe, taking the soft flesh in between my teeth. It’d be so easy for me to bite her ear off just like she did mine but it won’t be enough to break her. She needs to witness her new friend in agonising pain.
I’ll push her until there’s nothing left. My wife is nothing but a game to me now. From the moment she screwed me over, I’ve wanted nothing more than to break her down piece by piece. She thought she could run away from me, that I’d just simply give her up and move on but she couldn’t have been more wrong. I’ll own her for the rest of her pathetic life.
My wife trembles under my touch as I bite across the thin skin of her ear. “That’s where you’re wrong, Annabelle.” I whisper in her ear. “You’ll always belong to me, the moment you said I do and signed those vows, your life was mine and I’ll keep it until you take your last breath.”
With that I shove her head away and stride over to Emily, fisting her hair and dragging her into the centre of the basement, then throwing her down onto the concrete floor.
“Wha.. what do you want from me?” She pleads as tears stream down her weathered face.
“Let her go, Ricky. She doesn’t deserve this.” My wife demands.
I turn to face my wife who’s been nothing but a swinging piece of meat for the past however many hours. “You seem to forget, sweetheart, that your thoughts and feelings on this matter mean nothing to me. You’re nothing but a used up cunt.” My words are like blades but I simply can’t find it in me to care.
Turning on my heel to face Emily again, I yank her up by her hair and slip a pair of handcuffs out of my trouser pocket and quickly clamp them around her wrists before dragging her to another hook that’s hanging from the ceiling. Blood trails behind her in a thin line from her sliced ankle as I hang the cuffs onto the hook, leaving her to swing aimlessly next to my wife. It’s beginning to resemble a fucking meat freezer in here.
Emily cries and whimpers, and my lovely wife tries to calm her down. “Hey, look at me Emily. Everything’s going to be fine.” I watch the interaction between them, knowing full well that none of this is going to be fine, and that my wife is a bare faced liar.
“Don’t bullshit her, Annabelle.” I quip, then stride over to the corner of the basement where a metal table sits alone, the surface covered in various items. Grabbing a hold of the table, I drag it across the concrete floor, causing the metal legs to screech. Both Annabelle and Emily snap their heads in my direction and immediately, Emily begins to throw herself around in the handcuffs.
“Please.. please, don’t do this to us!” She pleads.
“Shut the fuck up!” I bite back and she snaps her mouth closed. Wouldn’t it be an absolute fucking dream if all women listened just as good as Emily does, too bad that I no longer want her around. The buyers don’t want her and her brother was a fucking let down for my business so she’s of no use to me anymore. A waste of space.
“Ricky. Let her go, you piece of shit.” Annabelle bites out like a vicious dog and I pause, my hands gripping the metal table, causing it to creak under the pressure.
“Let her go?” I say over my shoulder. “And why would I do that?”
“She doesn’t deserve this, use me instead.” My wife pleads butwhat she doesn’t realise is that her words are empty, and there’s no soul in this body that has ever carried an ounce of remorse for its actions. No one ever gets to tell me what to do, and that includes my fucking wife.
I roam my eyes over the array of items that sit on top of the table. Knives of various sizes sit together in a uniformed line, next to them is a car battery and jump leads. Moving further along, there’s a pair of knuckle dusters, a nail gun and a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire. Each item has my heart thumping in my chest like a battering ram, adrenaline fires through my bloodstream.
I fucking need this, I thrive in it. I can already smell the fear that’s radiating off both of the women, frightened of what I’m about to do and they should be. I’m not one to be fucked with, ever.
Grabbing the brass knuckle dusters, I slip them onto my fingers, feeling the metal bite against my skin as I flex my hand. They feel light, but weighty enough to do some damage.
I turn on my heels to face Emily and Annabelle, within an instant their eyes lock onto the brass that adorns my hand, their fear so potent as it radiates from their pores. Annabelle’s gaze burns into me as she watches me take steps towards Emily.
“Don’t do this.” She says between gritted teeth, her face still caked in dried blood from her cracked nose. Emily begins to cry harder now as I step into her personal space and bring the brass knuckles to her face, gently dragging the cold metal down her cheek with a fake intimacy. Fat tears spill over her lower eyelids and I can feel her whole body vibrate with distress.
