My mouth didn't mind to shut up due the pain inflicting upon my sclap.
He barked '' Shut up, you whore. I'm gonna teach you a lesson. And don't you fucking dare running away from me again. You are my little bitch!!! And you kept choosing me to do it hard way to make you understand this shit,"
He dragged me along until he reached his destination. The basement room or torturing room. He shoved me into the room roughly.
I was shaking with fear because I knew what was coming next.
He was going to hurt me and nothing would stop him.
I ran towards the corner of the room and hugged my knees.
I heard him unbuckling his waist belt and slowly walking towards me.
And wasting no more time. He hit me with the belt mercilessly.
He hit me centering my legs and thighs.
'' These parts of your body help you to run. I'll. I'll. I'll beat them till you don't want those legs''
He was beating me every second he pauses the words.
About TEN minutes later, I couldn't sit anymore and he was still beating me with his force.
I collapsed to the cold floor, and the loudness of his evil laugh filled the confined room.
'' You are so vulnerable. You little bitch, "
He started kicking my stomach until he was so panting that he had to stop and looked me with those haunting eyes.
I was barely alive as I hid my face on the floor.
He didn't give me a chance to breathe and grabbed my chin harshly to shout me in the face, making the spit flew over my face,
''Don't fucking test me Vivan! Open your fucking eyes!"
The endurance and the fire built up in me as I still kept my eyes shut.
Purely, hating to see my torturer's face.
His nails dug into my jaw and squeezed my face with his one hand, I found myself prying my eyes open to meet a pair of glossy grey eyes.
More tears started to roll down my cheek as he kissed and licked my tears. With disgust and shame, I was on the verge of clawing his face off me.
With a sigh of long breath, he murmured.
Staring deep into my eyes, he mumbled,
'' I love you, Vivan,''
Without thinking twice, my mouth threw up the words,
'' I hate you so much, Micheal ''
The fact my airflow was cut off within a blink by his strong hand that was recently caressing my cheek, showed my words poked him.
His eyes never leaving mine as I clawed on his hand.
He loosened the grip just before I passed out.
I could feel the metallic taste of my own blood as he started to slap me repeatedly. I lost counts and the familiar numbness took over,
and slowly started to crawl to the unconsciousness.
My vision was blurred and the last thing I hear was '' You are mine.''
I woke up in a familiar surroundings.
The room confined with the colour red, that brought up the nausea in my stomach.
From the corner of my eyes, I saw a figure sitting with a chair beside the bed, unmoving and staring at me.
As soon as he saw me awoken, the smile was brought up to his face.
He rushed towards me, kissed my forehead longingly, showered me with wet kisses all over my cheek and face.
I wanted to push him off and punched him in his face badly but I couldn't even move slightly. I felt like being hit by a truck.
The ache was chilly on every inch of my skin.
He stopped his assaulting and cupped my cheeks with his hands softly.
So I was looking into his eyes. I could see sorrow and remorse in his eyes, or so I thought.
''I'm sorry, Vivan'' he mumbled.
I sighed and closed my eyes.
He was the one who did such to me.
And here he was begging for a mumble of
'I forgive you' . This wasn't the first time.
'' Please, Vivan. Say something to me, baby. '' his lowered his tone more and traced light kisses on my eyebrows.
'' It's okay, baby. I know you love me,'' he mumbled almost to himself.
I wanted to shout 'No, I hate you'. But my throat was too hurt to make a sound.
He wrapped his arms around me tightly and said, " Rest for now"
Now I was fifHteen. I stuck with him for almost a full year if I remembered correctly. He was a lot older than me.
Letting me know him as a 25 years old man, I never knew his last name or any information.
He was about 6'6" while I was 5'4"
And encountering the meaningless, inhumane tortures whenever I broke one of His rules, and occasional assault, I was on the verge of breakdown.
I wouldn't give up. But who knows? How long would I be able to resist???
'Oh God, help me'
"Admiration could be good. But it got involved with obsession, things could get really ugly."