Breaking Boundaries

Chapter 47 -Tools of Torture

It happens so quick; I barely had time to register anything. I am dragged out of the room with four men behind me. Two of them held on to me so aggressively I thought they were going to break me. Why is this happening?

I'm suddenly slammed on the table and bent over. The impact of my head against the table is harsh and I wince from the pain. I thought I was the guest of honor here. Apparently not. To everyone else I might matter a little. But to my father...I'm nothing to him. That much is very clear to me but I would never imagine for him to stoop this low.

I'm being stripped! That's my dignity they're taking away from me and my father watches as if this is some sort of a grand show for him to enjoy. My eyes brim with tears. I want to say so much, do so many things to this man that's beyond imaginable. One of the man behind me yanks on my pants until they pool by my feet. I'm beyond mortified, so much that I have to close my eyes from letting the tears spill.

I somehow threw my bracelet in a corner somewhere in this hellhole. That's for my reassurance. There's a tracker inside of me, and one on my ankle still left. They can strip me all they want, but they can't take away the one thing that will get me the hell out of here. My shirt goes next, and strings of curse words are right there on the tip of my tongue. There's multiple eyes on me now, waiting for a disaster to happen. A disaster can and will happen but I won't let it break me.

I've never been this degraded before. What's the point of this? What do these sick men get out of this? I look at my father with glassy, red eyes. I'm fuming. I want to kill him and if the daggers from my gaze could do that, I'd happily allow it. He walks towards me, casually, as if all of this is a normal thing for him on a daily bases. It probably is; except this is his fucking daughter being stripped naked in front of everyone.

"Just sign the papers, Maya."

"What is wrong with you?" I seethe.

"It's just business. You know how it goes?" I want to smack the smug smile off of his face. What a disgusting man. And to think I came from him. I'm left in my underwear and bra now. If they go any further, they're going to feel my wrath.

"What you want is never going to happen; so you might as well should just give it up." A flare of anger crosses his features before he exhales sharply.

"Why are you making this so difficult?"

"Did you think I'd come so easy?" I watch the men back up a little. They're on a standby, but what for? Father senses my confusion and smirks.

"It'll come to that soon." He singles one of the men by the foyer to come forward. I can't see him get behind me, and that makes it even more scary for me. I try not to show my fear out in the open, but even the strongest breaks sometimes. I like things to happen where I can see it, not behind my back. I swallow, and my body instinctively tightens in response to this dire situation.

"I'll ask you one last time. Are you going to sign the papers or not?" He asks, frustration evident in his voice. It's not even my birthday yet for me to sign the papers, but I don't think he cares about that anymore.

"It's all my mother's properties. None of it belongs to you. I'd rather you kill me; I'm not signing the papers."

"I'd be careful with that wish. Only one thing matters to me and I don't care so much to lose couple of people behind for that. I'm giving you an opportunity to surrender. This is the last time I'll tell you to sign the papers. Why don't you be a good daughter, and do as I say? I've waited for decades for this moment to come."

"Like this? Me sprawled out naked for your fucking benefit?" I snarl. It's starting to get a little chilly here, and my body is loosing its normal temperature levels. Either they changed the temperature in the room to 40 degrees, or it's just me. I'm starting to think it's not me.

"Do what I say, and I'll let you get dressed." Getting dressed to hide my modesty sounds like a brilliant plan, but signing the papers does not.

"No." I'm stubborn, but my skeletons are shaking. Father signs deeply, defeated.

"Fine. You gave me no choice." He signals the man behind me to do something, and perspiration skitters down my back despite the cool temperatures in the room. I shiver visibly, and then it comes down hard without a warning.

Smack! I don't know what just hit me. It came so fast, and so quick I barely had time to register the object coming down on me. The pain comes fast though. It's sharp like a blade. The scream gets lodged into my throat, and sheer shock from the unbearable pain causes my body to vibrate in intense heat. Tears brim my eyes, and then it rains down on me again.

Smack!

This time I feel it in full motion. This time I feel the real pain. It comes down my back again, and this time I let out a blood-curdling scream that deafens even my own ears. My skin is tearing! Intense heat like I've never felt before goes up from my toes to my head. I feel like I'm being out in an oven, alive. I scream again, and again; I can't bear this pain anymore. What is it?! A stick? A belt? A bat? What's he flogging me with? It feels like a whip, but I feel there's nails on it...

"Stop!" I scream. But the man doesn't stop; and then I hear a voice behind me that chills my bones.

"Give her five more. I think we've done enough damage for today. After all, she is my daughter. I need to go easy on her." Easy? Bastard! The man behind me flogs me harder at each hit, and I struggle and fight my hardest to keep myself from passing out. I'm losing the battle here. I can feel myself drifting away. Adrenaline has kicked in, and I can feel the aftermath of the shock numbing my body whole. The last strike comes down hard, I can hear the sound of it, but the pain doesn't come. My head slumps on the table hard.

"I have other ways to do this, Maya. It requires killing you, and even then I'll still get what I want. But, I'm trying to spare you here. Help me out. Do this willingly, and maybe I'll spare your life." His words are biting, and it's worse than this physical pain. I'm nothing to him but merely an unwanted object that he can discard at anytime. The only good thing about me is that I'm worth his time because of what I can do for him. It only takes a snap of his fingers for me to disappear permanently from this world.

"Where is Kayla?" I slur. I can feel the darkness closing in on me. I can see his brows pinch together in confusion.

"Doesn't matter."

"Giv...give me Kayla, and I'll...I'll...do as you say." The darkness closes in on me, and I succumb to it. The last thing I see is Klaus' image in my head, reaching out for me. I know he's coming for me. He's going to kill every bastard in here for touching me. I know he will.

Klaus, where are you?