⚜️ Chapter 48 – A Punishment Worth Living For
Amara
Did that just really happen? Did he just face fuck me and leave? My pussy clenches with need, with want. A punishment I had never experienced before, Killain had less control when it came with me. I wasn't even sure why I had been so short about the events. I did care, I just couldn't afford to show it. I wanted to tell him everything, I wanted to explain my lack of showing remorse. I wanted to explain why I had asked him to let me kill him. To run into his arms, crying, beg him to save her.
It truly would be easy, I knew the address, I knew the layout of the house, and Liam had more than enough help to execute it. Was I being selfish? Selfish in wanting to kill him myself? Selfish for not trusting Liam to help the only person I truly cared about? I wasn't sure what to do anymore, Liam might be able to end him. Might, even with a surprise home attack, he could still off Phoebe before Liam can reach him. God, I wish I could speak to her.
I needed someone to bounce ideas off. I needed someone to help me figure out what the best course of action was. I had always relied on myself for survival, but unlike all those times, it was more than my life that hung in the balance. I had never had to consider someone else, as there was never anyone else. I still have to keep Killain distracted, trust Lee to conduct some sort of a plan to get her out or at the very least keep her safe until I go home.
Home... I guess I could not call it that anymore. It didn't feel like a home anymore. It felt like fear, disgust, wasted time, and ignorance. This was all on me, every single terrible thing that happened to Febs, my fault, the fact Killian unwinding is my fault, the fact I am stuck in here while others suffer, that girl, Febs, Pike. It's all my fault. Had I walked away, hell ran away, once knowing what he did.
The heftiness of the guilt just adds daily. Focus Amara. Okay so we made a friend today, that is a plus. She can help. I know she can, I had spent time asking around about her before even approaching. She was here for life, one of the few caught female serial killers. Her expertise? Killing men. She wasn't much bigger than me in size, so it was the perfect match up.
My head continued to ache and throb in pain, I needed to rest, a few days of sleep. If I didn't listen, try and heal, there was no way I would be in any condition to fight or plan.
Knock Knock, Pike unlocks the door and steps inside.
“Jesus kid, you look like hell.”
“I feel like it too.”
“I think you need a few days rest in the infirmary. I will take you there in a bit.”
“I think you're right.”
“I heard about your fight, the Warden seemed upset, what's up with that?”
“Honestly I have no idea what that man is thinking, his moods seem to be shifty.”
“You two like you know...”
I take a beat to his question. I trusted Pike to an extent, the extent to keep me alive enough for Killain. However, trusting him with personal information, hell no. Although he seemed to despise Killain and showed care towards me. In the end, his loyalties will lie with whatever fear Killian had over him.
“No, that would be stupid.”
“Yeah it would be.” He hands me a letter. “Here we go again. Let’s hope I can manipulate the situation and keep him calm and distracted.”
Hello Little One,
Your begging really ruffled me, trying to get on master’s good side huh? I really miss hearing begs drip from your mouth while I bend you to my will. Phoebe will live, don't worry about it, her scars that label her back are quite beautiful. Will I be making any more altercations to her body? Or will you submit like the good little toy you know you are?
Do you remember your first public punishment? Mmhmm, just thinking about it makes me hard, little one. Your task today is to tell me what your punishment should be when you come home. Impress me and I will let you choose the amount of pain I put into it, disappoint me and I will make sure to adjust something on your bestie. I love you little one. Now get to work.
Love, Master Killain
I read his words over a few times, permanent body modification being the threat. Removing a limb, scarring her body more, pulling teeth. The threat was open and endless with options. All of them terrified me. He was serious, and what I respond will dictate what happens to her. I fold the letter and put it in my pocket. As I follow Pike to the infirmary, I think about time. I had to rest yet still think of a punishment, one that could very much be inflicted upon me. One good enough to please him, to excite him, one to keep her safe from his sick and twisted game.
“Pike.”
“Yeah?”
“Tell him about the fight.”
“What? Are you serious? He could just rip you right out of here.”
“I don't think he will, he is having too much fun playing this game with me. I need time. Can you do that for me, this one thing?”
“Yeah kid, I can try. You rest, I will come and find you after I speak to him.”
“Thank you.”
“Amara?”
“Yes?”
“I have a favor to ask of you as well.”
“What’s that?”
“Before you kill him, give me a heads up.”
“Wait, what makes you think I am planning on killing him?”
“I may not be the smartest guy around, but I'm not slow. I read the letters. You really changed how you speak. Right around the same time, you have a visitor and pick a fight with that girl. I don’t need the details, I don’t wanna know what you're planning. All I ask is for the same amount of time I get you today, when the time comes.”
“Yeah, I guess I can do that.”
“Good.” He takes out his phone as he walks out of the infirmary, allowing the nurse to evaluate me.