Chapter 10: Control Over Mercy
Stefan
How could she be so foolish as to think she could fall in love with me?
Or does she believe that loving me would guilt trap me into going easy on her?
It angers me how easily she submits to me. So to destroy whatever feelings she has for me. I take her without mercy.
I bring out the BDSM equipment which contains chains, collar, and a blindfold.
I chain her legs to the ceiling. Her body hangs upside down, blood streams from between her legs down to her stomach. Her breathing turns loud and shallow. Her legs trembled uncontrollably,
Moving to the next steps, I took the blindfold and tied it tightly around her eyes.
"Don't move," I say.
She just nods quickly even though she can't see me. That obedience makes anger rise in my chest. She should not be this easy. Not after everything her bloodline has done to mine.
I bring out the collar and lock it around her neck and connect it to the chain above. If she struggles too much, it tightens and even though it's not enough to kill her, but enough to remind her that her life doesn't belong to her. Not anymore.
Her body shakes the moment she feels it.
"You feel that?" I say coldly. "That's control!!"
I step back and watch her hang there, her arms tremble, her fingers curl and uncurl like she's trying to hold on to something that isn't there.
The sight of blood flowing down her body fills me with dark satisfaction.
I walk around her slowly so she can't tell where I am even though she turns her head uselessly, blind and helpless. But the scent of her fear was everything to me.
"You think love will save you. You think submitting makes you special." I whispered at the words a chuckle, loud enough for her to hear.
"No, I'm really sorry about that. I take back my words. She murmured softly.
"You're wrong." I stop in front of her and pull a lever, making the chain jerks suddenly.
Her body swings hard, she screams as the collar pulls tight. Not really choking her but enough to make her panic.
"Please master," she cries.
" Please forgive my father for everything he did. I'm really sorry on his behalf."
Her words ignite my rage. My wolf growls inside me.
Remembering that I'm not done torturing her, I take a dildo from my wardrobe which I have bought for this special moment because I knew a day like this would come when I'll torture her through sex.
I turned the dildo on and force it inside her p**sy. Making her jerk at first and breath labored again.
I want her to feel pleasure before the pain. I want her to understand what it means to be the last survivor of her bloodline.
Her legs quivered, blood flowing more from her p**say as scream, escape her mouth.
"Do you feel that?" I whispered coldly. "Do you feel your lungs burning from screaming?" That's how my sister felt when your father killed her and her unborn children."
Funny enough I was there when it all happened. I was hiding away in one corner like a coward. I couldn't show myself because I was afraid of getting killed. I couldn't save my only sister. I watch her die in the hands of that evil man.
The reason? I don't even know why he did that. I don't know the grudges he holds against my pack.
Maybe he misunderstood something. Maybe he thought killing my sister would let him walk free. But he was wrong. My father and I declared war. My father was injured during that war and till now it hasn't healed up. So tell me, why should I forgive his daughter?
Angers surged through me as those memories flooded my thoughts again.
I removed the dildo again ,and thrust it inside myself, in and out with force until her scream echoed endlessly in my head..
"Please, master," she cries. "I can't feel my legs anymore. I can't feel myself. It's damaged."
She cried but I turned deaf ears to her pleas.
Remembering how my sister begged, how her father slapped her down. I will not go easy on his daughter.
Her voice fades until she goes completely silent. I removed the chain and collar, making her body drop to the floor with a heavy thug.
Well, if she passes out now, so be it. At least it spares her from what's coming next. Punishment far worse than this.
I wrapped a towel around my waist and sat down. Lighting a cigarette as I stared at her motionless body.
Even like this, she's beautiful. A shame such a body lies broken on the floor n
"Stefan…." A familiar voice echoed in, and then, I heard the sounds of my door opening.
She was the only one allowed to walk in my room without approval.
I inhale deeply, my eyes still fixed on Maureen.
"What did you...." I guess she has seen everything. Which was the reason why she was unable to complete her statement.
I turned to her slowly, a faint smile on my lips. Cigarette between my fingers.
"What have you done?" She asked in a horrific way.
"Why are you here Danika? I didn't seek your presence." I whispered coldly, maintaining eye contact with her.
She walks closer, then kneels and grabs my hands, pressing them to her chest.
"You haven't called for me in a week. I thought I did something wrong. I thought Maureen had taken my position." She says emotionally. Making me roll my eyes.
"But seeing this," she continues, standing up, "I think it was worth it." She hugs me tightly. Her face beaming with happiness.
"Thank you for taking revenge for Anita."
I pull away slightly and break the news to her. Which might lighten her mood more.
"She's not dead
yet. But if you want her dead, she's yours now. Do whatever you want with her. She's close to being dead anyway."