Page 66 of His To Obey

My arms were draped over their shoulders, and they dragged me to the service elevator. It was complete silence from both of them. I assume we were all in our own thoughts. Hopefully planning a funeral because this was it for them.

We made it down and I was strapped down to the restraint table. The blindfold was removed but I kept my eyes closed not knowing where he was. I could hear footsteps but who was who. Chains, rope, vibrators, the different sounds let me know they were planning to torcher me. Opening one eye slightly I looked around to see where the camera was. Looking up to the left I noticed it in the corner with the red light on. I smiled quickly knowing damn well this was gonna be over very soon.

“Alright get the hell out of here!” Wylder yelled towards Lloyd. “I want one last time with her before I kill this whore.”

“Fine, call me when you are done. I will come back for you.” He moved toward the door and unhooked all the latches. What sounded like a million locks turned before I heard the last one and the door opening and shutting again.

“Bee bee.” Wylder ran a flogger up my exposed thigh to my abdomen, up to my breast then ran it across my face.

Whap!

“Ahhh.” I screamed out in pain. He brought the flogger down hard against my face. it landed against my cheek, nose and eye. There was no way to fake being out cold, that shit hurt like hell.

“There she is. Did that hurt?”

“Fuck you!” I seethed. I was pissed and seeing red. I know I would have welts on my face from how hard he struck me.

“I plan to baby girl, but first I want to see how much you have grown.” I watched him walk over to the supply cabinet and pull out a pair of scissors. Slight panic surged through me, and I exhaled deep trying to remain calm.

“Tell me Bee bee, do you think of me? Do you remember that night?” I bit my lip and my eyes turned to slits. He was taunting me. “I should have taken all your clothes off and seen that pretty, smooth caramel skin of yours. Take my time and touch all over you. But I panicked, and I was too fucking anxious to take my time. But not tonight. I plan to see every inch of you again. And this time I won’t be hiding behind a door watching you shower or get undressed. Yep, tonight I will see every bruise, every scar, every damn mole before I fuck you.” Using the scissors he cut me out of my dress and tossed it across the room.

“No underwear Bee bee? I always knew you were a slut. Especially watching you get finger fucked on the dance floor tonight!” Whap! The flogger came down hard against my exposed breast.

“Ahhh, shit. You motherfucker!” I screamed out in anger.

“Don’t worry, I forgive you for giving his ass what is mine. I guess I didn’t break you down enough to hate all men, but I plan to finish what I started tonight.” He ran his hand up my thigh and I tried to kick and fight to avoid him putting his nasty ass fingers between my legs. He forced my clinched legs apart and ran his fingers up my folds. Putting them to his nose he sniffed before licking them clean.

“Taste delicious baby girl.” He smashed his face between my thighs and licked and sucked roughly on my center. I bucked, trying to fight and kick against the restraints. I was beyond disgusted. Bile rose to the top and I leaned over, throwing up all the alcohol I consumed.

“You nasty bitch!”

Whap! Whap! Whap!

He sent the flogger against my bare skin over and over. All I could do was scream and yell out in agony until my voice grew hoarse. He poured water on my head and used a towel to wipe away the liquid and throw up.

“Now behave yourself got damn it. I don’t want to see that shit again!” He was so angry his face was turning red.

“Why are you doing this?” I asked above a whisper. Defeat was slowly creeping in. Where was my family. Doubt plagued my mind slightly. Did I overestimate the love they had for me? Were they looking for me?

“Because baby girl. Eye for an eye.”

“What, what are you talking about?” I frowned completely confused.

“Your bitch of a mother killed my uncle. After his failed attempt at raping you. My mother told him all would be forgiven for marrying that black bitch if he raped you. She wanted your family to suffer. Suffer for taking her brother away. But that bitch fought back and killed him. Not even my grandfather throwing the max time at her healed our family. So, me being friends with Brayden seemed like the perfect plan. Slowly I got him addicted to drugs, so much so he would beg for me to give him money. He was deep in debt. Another one of the Livingston’s broken down. But I needed to finish, I needed to break you. So, I told Brayden his debt would be paid if I could have you for one night, just one. I told him if he didn’t agree I would kill you and your mother and that fat bitch of an aunt. He didn’t even hesitate to sale that sweet little virgin pussy like it was up for auction. Oh, what fun it was to pop that little sweet black cherry. Best fuckin pussy I ever had.” He licked his lips and my body shuddered from the chill of his words and the crisp air.

“And then my stepfather. That son of a bitch. He got her out of jail for you!” He paced the floor slapping the flogger against his hand roughly. “When my mom found out that he was spending time with you she lost it. From day one she knew. She never trusted his ass. But I promise he will meet you and the rest of your family in hell.” My mind was racing a mile a minute. Wylder was Linda’s son. How the fuck didn’t we know this? He wasn’t in any family photos, and they never said anything about each other. This was insane. My family had been the target of a sick and cruel retaliation because my momma married a white man. This had to be a bad dream. No way they went this far because of that. “This has all been the perfect opportunity to gain my mother’s love back. For so long she abandoned me, leaving me to find my way alone. But when she called to help her, I jumped right on it. And now after I fuck you one last time and deliver your body to her, we will be one step closer to ridding our lives of the terrible Livingston family.” I shook my head processing all this dumb shit.

“So let me get this straight. Yall hate us because we are black? Even though your mother married a black man.”

“You shut the fuck up! I didn’t tell you to speak.”

Whap! Whap!

“Ssss!” I hissed in pain. The strikes didn’t hurt as much as they had before, or maybe I was feeling stronger knowing all this shit that was happening to my family stimmed from one psychotic family. “Why are you angry Wylder? Because it sounds stupid as hell when you say it out loud?”

Whap! Whap!

“Shut the hell up you black bitch.” He jumped up on the table straddling my legs. I laid there flat with anger etched on my face. Praying that if I die somebody finds their whole family and makes them suffer.