Chapter 27

Chapter 27
“For Mara. You lied. Just like my ex. I don’t trust you. I wanted to see my sister and I wanted freedom."
Yeah, she wouldn't stop saying that even if it made no sense. I stepped forward and grabbed her shoulders. “How do I get it into your skull? You’re mine. You're going nowhere.“
"I want freedom."
I glared at her. "For every escape attempt, you will get punished.”
"Do it,” she hissed. "I’m not afraid.”
My body burned. Well, I would. And I would make sure this punishment broke her.
"Take her to the underground room.

Lila’s POV
The guard shoved me into the underground room and slammed the door shut. My wrists ached. It was cuffed tight. The stolen scrubs was heavy with sweat. I stumbled for balance, alone in this room.
I had expected the torture room’s coldness. But this was different. No pillars, no drawers of tools. My stomach twisted. I felt a mixture of confusion and fear.
What was this? My eyes darted, searching for chains and whips. There were none.
Ronan stepped in and set his back against the door.
“What’s your problem?”
"You. You won't give me freedom."
He stepped closer, his boots thudding on the marble. My heart slammed and my skin tingled under his gaze. He was angry, angrier than I’d ever seen, his jaw tight and his eyes blazed, but he still somehow looked hot.
My legs trembled, but I lifted my chin. I had made the decision not to cower before him and I was trying my best to keep to that.
"Do you know if you axt reasonable I would wouldn't have ho punish you?"
“I want to leave. Until I get that, we'll always have problems.” My chest heaved and tears burned my eyes. If only I had escaped, we wouldn't be having this conversation. Oh Mara. I had failed her twice, but I would keep fighting, no matter what Ronan did.
"You want to leave?"
"Yes."
He laughed, his lips curling. “You haven’t learned. Now you’ll get the ultimate lesson.”
My heart lurched. A sick heat flared deep in my core. I hated how his words sparked something deep, something wrong in me. I knew pain was coming, pain mixed with pleasure.
He turned and strode to the wall. He touched a part of the wall and a closet opened. My pulse raced and my breath shallow. What was that?
Ronan pulled out a black cloth with frayed edges and came at me. My stomach clenched. What was he doing for goodness sake?
I backed up, cuffs clinking, but I could get away from him. He moved fast and tied the cloth over my eyes.
Darkness enveloped me, my world shrinking to black. My breath was uneven. Raw panic clawed my chest. I couldn’t see him, couldn’t predict his next move.
"What are you doing?"
"You'll see."
He grabbed my ears and shoved in earplugs, muffling the world. Darkness plus silence. Such a scary combo. The silence was suddenly shattered by the wail of the undead’s music. My heart thumped. What was he doing?
I stood alone, blind, half-deaf, handcuffed. I was at Ronan's mercy. My body shook with fear and anticipation. I felt Ronan’s presence get closer, his scent filled my nose.
In a blink, my clothes was yanked off. Ronan violently ripped them away. I couldn't hear a thing apart from the eerie music.
Cold air whipped my skin, hardening my nipples and making my thighs tremble. Ronan's hands gripped my thighs and spread my legs wide. My breath caught and my body tensed, waiting. Something big was coming.
I waited and waited until the sharp pain came. The first whip struck my inner thigh. The sting made me gasp. Pain spread across my thighs. I couldn't explain the warmth in my thigh, the pooling wetness.
Another strike came. It was harder and on the other thigh. I bit my lip and shivered. The pain was killing, but the pleasure made me clench. I hated this feeling!
The undead’s music played on, matching my gasps. Ronan lashed, then again. Each strike burned my skin, sparking heat. My legs shook and wetness slicking my thighs. It was crazy the way my body was betraying me with every strike. I had experienced this before. Why couldn't my body side with me for once?
The whipping stopped. Silence reigned. The only sound was my panting and whimpering. The blindfold was damp with tears.
My skin burned and my clit throbbed, aching for touch like the last time. The undead song came on again. Fear gripped me. What was he doing? Where was he?
My body was tense, waiting for the next blow. I wanted to rip off the blindfold, to scream, but the cuffs held tight.
Then pain clamped my breasts. It was sharp and sudden. I cried out but my voice was swallowed by the plugs. Clamps pinched my nipples, sending jolts through my chest. My back arched with pain.
It felt like these clamps were bigger than the last time. My breath came fast and shallow. What would Ronan do next? I couldn’t see him or hear him, but he was in control. His hands brought me pain.
A new sensation hit me suddenly. It was a vibration, pressed hard to my clit. I moaned and my hips bucked. My fingers grabbed an imaginary sheet. There was no bed. I was standing!
The pleasure swept through me like a wave. The undead’s music became louder, almost drowning my thoughts. Soon, nothing else mattered beyond the buzz against my clit.
My thighs shook like never before. The clamps bit harder with every move I made. Yet, I couldn't stand still. I was going mad with pleasure.
Ronan widened my leg even more and then something slipped inside me. It was smooth, plastic. It was well-oiled and it stretched my vagina. Okay, it was a dildo, not him.
I imagined it was his cock, thick and hot, slamming it me nd my core clenched. That thought was shameful but I couldn't shake it off. The dildo slid in and out. It was fast and relentless. The perfect rhythm drew a cry from my throat. My head fell back. There was no pain now, just overwhelming pleasure.
The dildo machine pounded me.