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Chapter twenty

Emily's point of view

I open my eyes, and look around confused. I'm somewhere I've never been before, but there's no windows and just a small light hanging from the ceiling. Though the light isn't the only thing hanging from the ceiling..

I am too. Not by my throat, no, by my wrists. And they hurt so bad. I can feel the rope, wrapped around my wrists strongly.

My wrists feel like the rope is cutting right through them, and my back is stinging like crazy. I can't take this. Why is he doing this to me? Or am I just imagining it? Maybe I'm dreaming it.. I think I fainted and maybe I'm not even awake yet.

But then someone lays a hand on my back, and I scream in pain at the extreme pain going through my back. Instantly tears start streaming down my cheeks.

Okay, I'm not dreaming. This is real. Dave hung me from the ceiling, by my wrists.

I bow my head down, something I automatically do when I'm in pain. Then I see I'm completely naked. He took off my clothes. Why?

"That was for the wound on my chest." Dave appears in front of me, walking up from behind me. The look of satisfaction on his face is changed into an intimidating face by the small smirk on his lips.

"I.. You.. It hurts.. P-Please put me down.." I feel so overpowered, pathetic and beaten down that I don't have the strength to go against him, to get mad or to even ask why he's doing this.

I mean why is he doing this? He suddenly turned so.. Hateful and malicious. I just don't get it. By just getting mad at him for hurting Lynn, he turned like this. He ended our relationship, and started treating me like I'm nothing.

I get pulled out of my thoughts when he spanks me, but very, very hard. I move my hips, and try to pull my ass away. I yelp out loud, and my cheeks get covered in tears again.

I hear Dave chuckling behind me, clearly enjoying this.

"I got something for you baby.." he tells me, while walking up to my front again. "But before I show you, I'm going to gag you first. Though I love your screams, they're getting boring and it's annoying hearing you begging me to stop. Open up."

He stands up on a little stool, and his hand goes to my face, it's holding a gag. I'm still processing the mean things he just said, but unquestionably open my mouth. He stuffs the gag into my mouth and pulls the band attached to it around my head.

I hate gags. I need to be able to say things, to scream out loud and to move my lips. And he knows that, it's exactly why he did this. His hands are cold, which surprises me, because they're never cold.

"Good girl.. Now I'll go and get your surprise." He steps off the stool and walks out of the room. Then a few seconds later, he walks in with in his hand.. A kettle. Fuck. I think he's gonna just burn my skin off.

He obviously sees the anxious look on my face, and grins. "Oh I'm gonna love the look on your face when I pour this all over your body. Especially your back!"

At this point I feel like I'm never gonna stop crying. I wish he'd just kill me..

Walking at me, he screws the cap of the kettle. My body is trying to shake, but it's not working because I'm literally hanging from the ceiling. Instead I have this weird feeling in my stomach. It's like.. Pure fear.

As he stands up on the stool again, he slightly tilts the kettle down in front of the middle of my collarbone. I watch the water stream out of the kettle for a second, and then let our something between a scream and a loud hum.

The water isn't hot. It's far from hot. It's ice and ice cold. For one moment I'm glad it's not boiling, so it won't burn my skin off. But then I realize it's nowhere near better.

Dave goes on pouring the ice water over my body, and I feel it streaming down my stomach, legs, feet.. I feel like I'm at Antarctica, but naked. My whole body is covered in goosebumps, and I can't move. Even my tears feel like they're freezing, and I don't feel my body anymore.

Never mind. He's moved on to my back. I could've never imagined how bad this would have stung, but god this hurts. I wish I could scream. Again, the sound I make doesn't sound like a scream at all.

I need this to stop. All of this. I just want him to be sweet to me, hold me, kiss me.. I want to be warm and not hurting.

I realize my eyes are closed, and open them just to see a wide smirk on Dave's face. I look at him, trying to get him to stop.

Then slowly I feel myself going numb. My eyes slowly start closing again, as my body starts to ignore the intense pain and cold going through it. My thoughts start fading away, and the noises around me start to vanish. I completely zone out.

Without Emily realizing it's happening, she get lifted by Dave and he takes the rope around her wrists off. When her feet touch the ground she immediately collapses. She hears Dave's voice in the distance, and then a laugh.

Emily get sat up and pushed up against a wall by Dave, then he chains her feet to a point on the floor. A hard and steel casing that's about 5 inches wide, gets put around her stomach by him, and attached to the wall. The same happens to her neck and wrists. Then Dave takes the gag out of her mouth, and strokes the hair out of her face.

When he's finished, Dave takes a step back and looks at the blacked out and completely broken girl sitting in front of him. A sigh leaves his mouth, but then a smile appears on it.

She's his prisoner now, chained to the wall. He can do anything he wants to her. She's completely his.

Feeling satisfied, Dave walks out of the basement and goes up the stairs. Then he falls down on the couch, closes his eyes, and falls asleep grinning.