I'm not yours ✔️

"Just obey"

"Please..." I cry. It was too late. I hear him chuckle a bit and he stands up. He strokes an object near my ass. It was small but long. I shiver in fear and it is shoved in my ass. I scream and he pushes it further. A buttplug...that's what this was. He rubs my flower again and then backs away.

"I told you, not to make a sound"

A stinging pain brings me back to reality when his whip lands on my ass.

"Embrace yourself Elizabeth, you're in for a long night" 

I don't know how long it's been. I don't know how many times he has hit me. I lost count after 78. My throat is dry from my cries. My mind is hazy and heavy. I can't think straight. 

"Please...s-stop" I blurt out. The blood from my lip earlier has dried. My eyes are probably red from all the tears. He hits me again and I barely feel it. My knees are shaking, I can't hold myself up much longer. He hits me again, but this time I fall down. I fall on my right side, panting and trying to catch my breath. I can't see anything, my sight is gone.

"I see you've had enough" I hear him say, but it feels like it's far away.

I try to make words but nothing comes out. My voice is gone. Soon I feel myself falling and  then I black out...

I woke up with bright light in my eyes. The red curtains allow a little light in this hellish room. My wrists are still chained in the middle of the bed. I'm laying on my stomach but I can't move. I curse then let my head fall back down on the pillow. 

The door opens and I immediately stiffen. I try to stay still but my body trembles. I bury my face in the pillow and wait for the next hit. But to my surprise the bed sank. He sat down next to me, his hand strokes my back. I flinch and hold in a sob. But I fail and start crying again. 

"Ssh, don't cry" 

I can't stop "p-please, I-I'm...sor-ry" I cry. 

"It's okay Beth" his hand traces down my spine and stops at my ass. 

"Let me help you take it out" he says. I sob more and more, is the buttplug still in me? I can't even feel it there anymore. His hand touches my ass and I let out a small scream. Then he slid his fingers in me and pulls it out. I let out a sigh of relief. 

"Th-thank you..." I whisper. 

I'm exhausted. I close my eyes but his voice makes my skin shiver in fear. 

"You're filthy, let's clean you up"

I didn't have the energy to argue or fight him. In few swift movements I'm released from the chains and he carries me bridal style out of the room. My sight is still blurry but I know we are in the bathroom. He lays me down in the tub but I cry out when it touches my ass. I toss on my stomach and breathe heavy. 

"Maybe it's best to lay on your stomach" he states and turns on the water. I let out a groan but soon the tub is filled with warm water. I struggle to keep my weight up, I almost fell but he grabs me. I can't fight his touch and just rest in his arms. He undid my bra and takes of my underwear. I flinch at the exposure but soon let it slip away. I close my eyes and let myself rest in his grip. I hear him grab a sponge and softly scrubs my shoulder. He repeats the process all around my body, but I cry as soon as he comes close to my butt. 

"Please don't" I grab his arm and hold it tight while I beg. He looks down on me and then nods. When the water got a bit cold he hauled me up from the tub and wraps me in a towel. Then carries me down the hall again. My fear kicks in when I realize he's heading to the same room again,