I cower the closer he gets to me. I just want to get away from him. To leave and never return, but that would be tooeasy; he will never let me go. He always finds me or knows when I am about to leave.
“I didn’t say you could leave.” He bends down, gripping my face really hard. “Why can’t you just be the perfect girlfriend? Why do you have to be so disobedient, making me have to punish you?”
At the mention of him punishing me, I start to hyperventilate. I can’t take another beating. He gave me one earlier today, and I am still recuperating from it. I won’t be able to survive this time. He is going to take it too far today, I can feel it.
Jared stands and stalks over to the box. My body freezes as fear courses down my spine. The box is filled with his special toys to torment me, my back and legs are marred by his personal favorite, a signal whip, which will leave me whimpering in pain as he has his way with me.
I crawl on my hands and knees away from him toward the door. Right as I get to the door, it slams shut, hitting me on the way. I fall over, holding my cheek as I cry.
“Stop,” I beg.
“Stop? Oh, you don’t get to tell me when to stop. I get to stop when I want to,” he says, latching his hand on my ankle.
Without warning, he starts dragging me back into the middle of the room. Desperately, I try to crawl away, not wanting to get locked up, but my attempts are feeble. He whips me, and I scream as the burning sensation courses through my body.
Writhing in pain, Jared clamps the chains onto my wrists and ankles, locking me in place. I’m seated on my knees with my legs beside me at an awkward angle and my arms hanging by both sides of me. The chains are short, and I am unable to move much.
“Please no,” I plead with Jared.
“You should have thought about this while you were trying to leave. You know the rules, yet you still go against them and then beg me not to punish you.” His voice rises with each word.
I flinch the louder he gets. Slowly, he walks toward me and brings the whip back. He lunges his hand forward, propelling the implement toward me. I don’t feel anything and begin to think he missed, but when I least expect it, the pain comes crashing down on my upper thighs.
I let out a scream as my body lurches forward, causing my forehead to hit the ground. I cry out as the sting of the aftermath blooms. Before I have time to catch my breath, I hear the crack of the whip against my back. Sobs wrack my body, making my whole body shake.
“You are going to get fifteen more whips, and then I’ll assess your attitude and see whether you need any more,” he says. “You are going to count every one of them, and if you miss one, I’ll have to restart.”
I suck in a breath and wait for the burn of the whip. Anticipation weighs on my shoulders as I wait. My body is shaking as I feel myself starting to hyperventilate.
Burning sensations rush through me as the whip makes contact with my back. I sob my words out. “O-one.”
Right as I suck in another breath and straighten my back, the whip makes contact again. I scream out and take a staggering breath in.
“Two,” I shakily say, tears running down my face.
I start to feel lightheaded after the second. My body is barely recovering from the last beating he gave me, and it is taking a toll. When Jared brings out the whip, he uses all his force. They are hard and painful. My vision is going in and out from all the pain I am enduring, and I don’t know if I can make it all the way through the fifteen whippings.
Agony engulfs my upper thigh, and I scream. “Three,” I barely manage to stammer out.
“I can’t hear you!” he yells. “We are starting over.”
Dread consumes me as my tears pour down onto the floor. I want this torture to end. I just want to leave this world so I don’t have to endure another second with him. At this point, I would accept death with open arms. Anything is better than being here right now.
It feels like an hour has passed since he made me start over. With drooping eyes, my body sags forward, ready to lie motionless on the ground.
I let out a muffled cry as the last strike of the whip burns me with its searing kiss.
“Fifteen!” I muster with the little strength I have left so he can hear me.
I couldn’t have him restart; my body is already pushed to its limit, barely keeping me conscious. Numb from the whip, I stare at the crimson liquid surrounding my body as it grows larger. I know I have lost a lot of blood, and I know if I don’t have medical attention, I may die tonight.
“Next time, be the perfect girlfriend, and this won’t happen,” he lies.
I don’t have to do anything, and he will beat me. A hair would fall out and hit the ground, and he would assault me. Everything has to be right for him, but nothing is perfect in this world.
“You’ll stay chained in this position for the next day or two. In the meantime, my friend will come over to check on your wounds,” Jared says before walking out.
Jared’s friend is a nurse and tends to my wounds regularly. His friend takes pleasure in helping clean up the mess, only for Jared to make it worse the next time.
