Her Revenge

5

Warning : Abuse/Violence Scene Ahead.
Read at your own risks.
I hope, for your sake, that you aren't eating.

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"What the fuck are you doing? This is too hard," Daniel groaned, pain clear in his voice. "Hit slowly. . . no— that's not how it's done. Oh my god, that hurts! Please sto—" the rest of his words were cut off by his own scream as I continued to whip him.

That only fuelled me to hit him harder than before. Where I found this whip? In his drawer of what he called 'pleasure gadgets'. This man was so weirdly embarrassing, it was painful to be in the same room as him. But I reminded myself for the hundredth time that I've got a job to do. I made sure to allow the whip to make contact with every inch of skin on his very much naked body— which wasn't a good sight, mind you.

Daniel's body was filled with marks. . . Scars. His skin was red, some parts were even bleeding. His screams were music to my ears and it helped that the room was soundproof; nobody could hear what was going on in this place.

I decided to give him a break with all the whipping and approached the infamous drawer once more. I needed something else, my current toy was getting boring and tiring to use. My arms were starting to hurt— a result of sleeping on them. I swear it was the worst thing ever. I did a double take when my eyes landed on a plastic dick among Daniel's 'gadgets'.

Now why the hell would he have that? I supposed it didn't matter. I could think of a few ways to use this on him. I caught a glimpse of myself at the mirror fixed on the wall in front of me and while I cringed at the sight of me holding that, the sadistic smile that had reached my lips would've been scary to myself if I wasn't used to it. My mind was all kinds of fucked up at this point.

Walking back towards Daniel, I shoved it in his mouth to muffle his screams. I was getting annoyed with his constant screaming. He was too loud and I didn't want to damage my ears anytime soon.

I took a few steps back and stared at the pitiful sight in front of me. Daniel was choking on that plastic dick. He was trying to remove it from his mouth but in vain. His eyes flickered from me to the object in his mouth on repeat as he tried to say something— probably telling me to remove it. But I ignored it and flashed him a small smile instead all while my hands reached my knife.

His eyes went wider than they already were when he noticed my favorite 'toy'. He tried saying something once more, but his voice was muffled by the object. I twirled the knife mindlessly— it was a habit, one that I couldn't, for the love of myself, get rid of. I supposed it was because I had always wanted to do that with a knife since I was a child. His loud, annoying scream filled my ears once more the second I dug my knife in his navel— although, it wasn't as loud as before.

I twisted the knife while it was still inside his navel, watching as blood began flowing out. Daniel struggled, kicked his legs, screamed but he couldn't free himself. When I removed my knife from his skin, he shuddered then began crying. I clicked my tongue. Maybe if he wasn't a rapist, I would've gone easier on him. Maybe. I shook those thoughts away and stabbed his right thigh earning yet another muffled scream from him. With the knife still in his skin, I dragged it downwards, ripping open his skin.

I tilted my head to the side so blood wouldn't get on my face. My free hand reached out to my back pocket and I removed a packet from it, briefly hearing Daniel ask 'what the hell is this' in between his muffled screams and cries. Instead of answering him, I ripped it open and spilled the content inside right into Daniel's opened skin.