You Are Mine, Little Sister novel Chapter 45

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I wanted to obey simply because I was scared of him, but the idea of surrendering what was left of my dignity made me pause.

“I still have five days left.” I could barely hear myself.

The next sound that came out of my lips was my scream when the whip connected with my back. It kissed my back through my clothes, but the pain sank deeper than skin.

The sting was so vicious, I dropped to my knees before I even realized it.

Oh, God.

“Take off your clothes.” The order came again, his voice stripped off all humanity.

Shaking and sobbing, I forced myself to my feet. Then, slowly, I took off my shirt, my denim pants, then my underwears. Standing so naked before him was a nightmare I’d never grow numb to.

“You don’t have to do this,” I whispered, with a shake of my head.

The whip came again–this time on flesh. My skin screamed before I could.

The sound I let out was raw and frightening. My vision blurred as I staggered, nearly falling.

I tried to escape–just a step–but his hand wrapped around my hair like a leash.

“If you move,” he whispered into my ear. we’ll start all over, Green.” He bit the lobe until I whimpered.

God, I was definitely going to die today.

“Please, stop. Please.” I wept, eyelids shut, as if that would make him disappear.

How could I possibly stay still?

Another lash cracked across my skin and my brain blanked. For a heartbeat, I thought I was being skinned alive.

My legs instinctively tried to move, but somehow, a stronger part of me–that I was definitely going to be grateful for–kept me in place.

The next lash came, and unable to bear anymore, I whipped around to face him. My hand got hold of the whip, but only in a plea for him to stop.

I tried to speak, but my cries choked me. So, I simply shook my head, silently begging him to stop.

His lips curled into a smirk–the kind the devil wore when he knew he’d already won.

His eyes trailed down to my chest, and for one horrible second, I thought he was going to touch me,

Instead, his voice came again. “Get on the bed.”

A new fear unlocked.

The whip in his hand was strong enough to overshadow every hesitant thought I had.

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I dragged my legs to the King–sized bed in the room, which was dressed in black sheets.

If I could rewind time, tear the clock’s arms off and strangle fate with them, I’d have never sent those emails.

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I was at the foot of the bed when he shoved me forward, making me crash onto the mattress. Before I could so much as blink, he was on me, pinning my hands above my head.

Pain pulsed through my back, coming from the earlier lashes of the whip which was now freshened by the bed’s contact. I writhed from the sting, but his weight kept me in place.

My instincts kicked in and I thrashed, flailed and fought back. But all my rebellion was paper against stone. Futile.

The monster looked down at me with pride, like he’d just tamed a wild creature and couldn’t wait to break it further.

“Look at you, Rali. Vulnerable and at my mercy.” His voice was so dark it could give shadows a run for their money. “Do you realize how completely helpless you are when it comes to me?”

One of his hands–just one–was enough to cage both of mine. With the other, he reached for my breast, his fingers pinching the nipple so hard that pain bloomed like fire. I groaned as I writhed beneath him.

“In thirty seconds, I could end you with nothing but these hands. Not a single weapon.”

My eyes clamped shut, the tears brimming again.

“I had every reason to end you sixteen years ago when you were messing with my head. I could’ve done it as easily as I crushed that bird.”

The memory stabbed through me.

“But I chose not to. I chose to keep you alive ‘cause I wanted to own you. To claim you. So, with each breath you take, Rali, always remember that it’s by mercy and mine alone.” He twisted the nipple harder and this time, I screamed.

“Please, stop!” the last of my strength dripped out of me like blood from an open wound. My body was limp from the crying, struggling, and fear.

God, I was tired.

A chuckle rumbled from his chest with a darkness that could rival coal.

He released the assaulted bud and my wrists. I barely had time to breathe before he reached above me toward the bedside drawer.

I was too broken to turn for a look, but when I heard metal clank, I forced myself to.

My heart rate spiked to a whole new level upon seeing the cuffs.

“No. No.” My breath broke apart into short, jagged pants.

I twisted underneath him and desperately tried to crawl away, but he’d gotten the cuffs already and had his full weight back

on me.

“Stay still.”

Holy Christ.

I obeyed, but tears burnt the back of my eyes.

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“You don’t have to do this.” My voice barely heard itself together.

“Grabbing one of my wrists, he snapped the cold cuff around it and secured the other end to a hook embedded in the bedpost–a hook I had no doubt he’d installed for moments exactly like this.

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When he reached for my second hand, instinct screamed at me to resist and fight him off. But then, the thought of this guy being The Torturer made me fear him so so much. I was scared of what he’d do if I disobeyed him.

In seconds, my both hands were cuffed to the bed.

He slid down the mattress, his eyes never leaving me, until he stood at the foot of the bed. Then, he just stared–that long, quiet stare. The kind artists gave their crafts, except he wasn’t admiring beauty. He was marveling at control.

I was completely naked while he stood there, fully dressed. In some way, coupled with the fact that I was cuffed to his bed, it made me feel like his slave.

He dashed to the table and returned with ‘that‘ whip.

My stomach sank into my spine.

I shifted uncomfortably in bed. He wasn’t going to whip me while I was cuffed, was he? When I was this defenseless.