Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young) novel Chapter 414

This chick was insane.

A couple of guys dragged me up to the attic, and the place was straight out of a horror movie, damp and reeking of blood. I could not help but scowl, thinking about all the poor souls who must have been tormented here, maybe even met their end.

The girl had her goons tie me up, hands and feet, to a cross. She wrapped her arms around herself, looking me over like she had won the lottery, and sneered, "Lots of people line up to charm Charlie, and you think you're in the same league? Today's your day to learn what happens to those who step out of line."

With that, she flicked her eyes at her sidekicks and ordered, "Give it to her, don't stop until she's a mess."

With her orders, she sashayed over to a chair, kicked back, and had someone serve her tea and snacks as if she were at a movie.

I was stuck there with no chance to fight back, just like a fish waiting to be filleted.

The whip cracked down, and even though I braced for it, knowing it was going to be agony, the icy sting was so intense when it hit I could not stop myself from screaming.

The girl was having the time of her life watching me. She popped a grape into her mouth, her voice muffled with glee, "Don't stop. Keep it coming!"

Her words were like a signal, and the whips just kept coming, each lash sharp and clear. I have always hated pain. Nevertheless, they just kept whipping, the pain stacking up so much I could not even tell where one lash ended and the next began.

I started with enough fight in me to yell, but by the end, I was in so much pain I could not even make a sound. I lost count of the hits, and the pain went from tearing me apart to a numb blur, with nothing left but the overpowering smell of blood.

Despite being unable to muster the strength to open my eyes and witness the horror of my battered state, I could pretty much guess that it was a ghastly mess.