Chapter 7

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7.

I woke up in a familiar room. Oh, no.

The realization hit me like a truck, ignoring the pain in my shoulder, I desperately rushed inside the bathroom and locked the door. While trying to calm my nerves, I slowly reached out to the mirror.

I found my pale self in new clothes. The pain in my chest didn't seem to fade any less as I yanked open the bandage off me. It was all sticky with dried blood with awful fresh smell. I was too angry to feel the pain.

"D.M" the cursive feature of those two letters was sitting on my shoulder as if it was mocking me, reminding me how pathetic I was. I was confused not knowing what did those initials mean?

Knock. Knock. Knock. I heard the rustlings in the room followed by the knocks on the bathroom door.

I would normally be clutching my hands on my mouth, preventing the sobs from coming, wishing he wouldn't hear me, so he would leave me alone. But I felt too numb now. I got the pang of pity for myself, staring straight back at the reflection of a girl who seemed unable to stop the tears running down her face, tainting the very little courage she had.

I gripped on my gown tightly, holding myself down from yelling out my cries.

How could he do such?

Why me?

The inchoate hope of mine quashed within a blink of an eye. This was way too much!

His raspy voice blew off the insipid courage that I never really had... "Baby doll, are you in here? How are you feeling?"

He began twisting the knob.

"Open the door,"

I hated him. I didn't even know whether I was resisting or waiting for a miracle to happen. "Go away!" I cried out.

"But baby, I need to know if you are okay. I was worried," He started twisting the doorknob again.

"Come out right now," he said with a hint of anger.

"Okay? Do you really think I would be Okay after you did such to me? You're such a moron. You coward-" I was cut off by an opening door, revealing Micheal.

Wait how did he open that-

He practically rushed towards me kissing me all over my face. I was struggling with my futile kicks.

He suddenly picked me up in a bridal style and threw me onto the bed. He hovered me with wet kisses. I stayed still. Only God will know how much I despised his touches.

To my surprise, he had connected my waist to the bedpost with a chain. The look he had on his face said it all, making my stomach unease.

Why now??!! "Uh. Uh. Punishment is punishment. You tried to escape my princess," he said pulling some strands away from my forehead.

I looked at him as if he grew two heads. Can't he be serious? Can he?

" Oh god, you wouldn't know how much I missed those pretty eyes of yours," he mumbled with an insane smirk.

"You motherfucker, I fucking hate you!" I screamed in his face. His eyes narrowed at me and slowly his smirk grew bigger. I thought he would slap me but, he just chuckled and walked over to his wardrobe.

To pull out a belt.

Shaking my head furiously, I backed away slowly but failed because of trembling hands. He took slow, menacing steps towards me. I jumped out of the bed but the chain prevented me from moving furthermore.

I was on the other side of the bed while he stood holding the belt with a clenched jaw, losing his tie with buttons undone.

"Come here. Lay on your tummy now," his eyes bored into mine.

I furiously shook my head," No, you can't do such to me. Not the belt, please. I- I'm sorry. Please," I couldn't help but begged pleadingly as he held a determined look, holding the belt. But that didn't mean I would acquiesce to his inhumane tortures.

Being beaten with the belt was the worse. I knew how much he loved. He wouldn't stop once he started.

"I said now. Don't you fucking dare to test my patience!" He yelled at the last part making me flinch.

I broke down into a crying mess, sat down, and covered myself with bare hands. I couldn't run any further, he had purposefully chained me. I unconsciously slipped under the bed and pulled myself into a ball at the corner quickly.

"Tsk tsk tsk, " I heard Michael's low growls.

As expected, he easily dragged me out and threw me on the bed despite my pleas. Then he simply forced me to lay on the bed with handcuffs. "Please, don't hurt me. I beg you, Micheal, please don't hit me," I grabbed his steel-like fist that was clenching the belt as if he couldn't wait any longer.

His eyes danced with a glint as he leaned in closer. "Say daddy, say what I wanna hear, call me by my title," he mumbled brushing his lips on my cheek.

That was it. I spat his face. He didn't even bother to wipe off showing he had already known how I would respond.

"You want that huh? I see. Let's see how high your pain tolerance is," Then he started hitting my butt, back, and legs.

-swat.

-swat.

-swat.

"Didn't I tell you there will be consequences?"

-swat.

-swat.

"I won't let you disrespect me. You are my little bitch. I own you!"

-swat.

-swat.

-swat.

"Don't fucking forget that!"

-swat.

-swat.

-swat.

"Hahaha, look how pathetic you are,"

-swat.

-swat.

"Scream baby, scream. I love your little voices calling for help,"

-swat.

-swat.

-swat.

-swat.

-swat.

I screamed at every lash. The force increased as he was enjoying it. My screams seemed like a piece of music to him.

"Call me daddy, now!" He screamed.

I kept silent.

-swat.

-swat.

-swat.

-swat.

"I'm sorry. P-Please stop. I can't take it anymore,"

I said between sobs.

"Then fucking call me daddy. I am your owner! Now!"He yelled while holding my face with one hand.

"No!!!" I barked him back.

Then he started ripping my clothes off my body.

"Say it now or I will do something that I would regret," he mumbled against my ears. Then his hands went towards my private part making me whimper.

"D-Daddy," I squeaked out.

He held my face and touched his forehead with mine. "Say it again, baby doll. Say it. Who am I?"

"D-Daddy," I whispered.

"But the punishment isn't enough, my love," he mumbled.

" No. P-Please, Please, don't hurt me. Not anymore. Please,... Daddy," I begged him.

He suddenly kissed my forehead as he spoke against my temple. "Of course, baby. You want daddy to stop?"

I nodded at him.

"Words, baby doll,"

" Yes, Daddy," I blurted out. I hated myself. But I couldn't help anymore. I didn't dare to think what he was capable of. Then he set me free from chains and pulled me onto his embrace.

"That's my girl. Shhh. It's okay. Daddy won't hurt you anymore. Daddy loves you, baby doll. Go to sleep now, I'm here. Daddy's here," he hummed to me.

He pulled the blanket onto me, kissed my head and patted cold cream on my back as he laid me on top of him.

I couldn't help but fell asleep in the arms of my kidnapper, just like always...

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"As fancy as 'ownership' sounds, the edge of sanity played with her illusion, incoherently crushing her soul much a little more."