"You little bitch!" Master angrily snapped at me when I accidentally dropped a piece of expensive looking China. The plate glared back at me while it lay in many pieces on the floor and my master didn't seem any happier either. I was in the process of making myself something to eat when I accidentally walked right into my master. Luckily, there wasn't any food on the plate, otherwise he would've made me eat it off the floor.
My body was sort of frozen in shock to put it bluntly, there was that awkward bone chilling silence that seemed to follow master everywhere he went and my body seemed to suddenly not have the ability to shake in fear. However, the worst thing was the suspense. It was agonising. His electric blue eyes glared daggers at me while I cringed at the sight because the blue became tainted by tinges of red and blood was slowly beginning to drip down his bronze cheeks.
"You just love it when I punish your little ass, don't you, human?" He snarled while he roughly grabbed my arm and dragged me out of the kitchen. I remained silent until we reached what I recognized as the door to the basement. Then I begun to panic. The fear finally settled in and now it only worsened my situation. Only then did I realise that he looked exactly the way he did six weeks ago when he murdered Amelia. He mercilessly dragged my body down the long stairway till my skin felt raw since I fell and he didn't let me get back up. He suddenly pushed me down the last few stairs and I landed with a thud on the cold hard ground and got the 'wind knocked out of me'. I groaned in pain while I rolled myself off my front. Master then bent down and grabbed me again but this time by the hair and brought my face close to his as he squatted in front of me.
"Beg." He whispered darkly. "Beg for me not to beat your little clumsy ass till you can't even walk." I knew that he wasn't asking. I was going to beg him whether I liked it or not. "Please... Sp.... Spare me, m-m-master..."
I didn't expect to stammer so much but I did and I didn't like it. By now I was struggling not to cry. I knew my whole 'never let your master see you cry' thing was stupid and I had already cried twice in front of him but that didn't stop me from trying. I was not going to be a stupid cry baby again... Well, I would try not to be.
"Beg harder." He whispered onto my neck. His minty breath was icy but it burned me.
"Please, m-master... I... I'm sorry... P... Pl-please spare me..." I said with my head hung low. I couldn't bring myself to play along anymore. It was pointless.
"Well, then if that's all you can do then your ass is mine tonight." He chuckled menacingly as he used my hair to pull me up and bend me over the table.
"Don't fucking move an inch." He growled as he slowly let go. I heard his heavy footsteps fade away slightly followed by the sharp clang of metal on metal; blades slicing against each other - tormenting me. He returned soon and yanked me off the table by my hair once more. "Take that shit off." He said as he pointed at the grey hoodie that I was wearing (that was also his). I was petrified to think of what ran through his sick, twisted head and whimpered quietly in hopes that he would somehow rethink his life choices in the least. Oh, how wrong I was... If anything, my pleading eyes seemed to have urged him on. The psychotic beast he was... I was consumed by fear not only because I knew he intended to stab me, to hurt me all over again but also because I was ashamed... Ashamed of my ugliness, of my situation, of my life, of myself... I knew my ugliness shouldn't have been a cause of my shame but it was...
The tip of the blade pressed against my stomach, I could feel it.
"Take this fucking shit off before I do it myself... And trust me, you won't like it... But I will..." He whispered in my ear, his eery calm hypnotised me. I just couldn't give myself to him on a silver platter like that. It would hurt me too much. More than the physical pain he would cause me. Master noticed my reluctance to comply with his demand and chuckled again, his low, tormenting chuckle sent shivers down my spine. Suddenly, I could feel the cold blade against my back followed by the angry sound of ripping fabric. Hot tears streamed freely down my face; fierce, unhindered and uncensored. Sobs tore though my body, I felt broken. What else would he do? Would he stab me and then rape me, to humiliate me more than he already has? My body froze at that dreadful thought, my heart was on fire, it was beating so fast I thought it might explode.
"Aw... Don't cry... I haven't even gotten started with you..." He taunted in my ear and then forced me to look at his bleeding eyes. Their vibrant blue was gone, they were an evil scarlet red and not only his pupils, his whole eyeball was that same terrifying red. He forcefully yanked the ruined hoodie over my shoulders and away from me, leaving my torso completely naked. Sick bastard. As if in a hurry, he shoved me back down onto the cold metal table I already knew so well, I then felt the tip of the cold knife press against my shoulder blade. It poked at my skin but didn't cut me for some reason... I waited for my master to seal my fate... But he didn't.
Suddenly, I was shoved off the table so hard that I fell to the floor again. My hands scrambled instinctively to hide my chest from him despite the immense pain that shook my body and I could faintly hear his heavy steps on the concrete floor.
"Don't fuck up next time or else I will fucking ruin you and I won't hold back." He snapped as he leaned close to my face. "I'm a motherfucking beast, bitch. Don't tempt me." How was he so calm? I was petrified. "My father will be paying me a visit tomorrow so behave yourself... Stay out of our way or I'll fucking murder you the same way I did with that witch." He snarled with clenched teeth making me flinch away. God, I hated him. He then stood up almost abruptly turned on his heel and headed towards the door only to stop in the door way.
"You're spending the night here." And then he was gone. Sicko...