Chapter 16 : Shackled lies
Chapter 16: Shackled lies
Milo pov
CRACK.
Pain exploded across my bare ass.
“AH…!”
The sharp sound of his palm on my ass, echoed in the room. My eyes immediately filled up with tears, then shame of being spanked hard like I was nothing.
“You’ll remember this, traitor,” he growled, his hand already rising again.
I flinched
CRACK!, CRACK!
Another series of strikes followed the first one, each becoming more painful than the last.
He didn’t stop.
“For lying to me.”
CRACK.
“For drugging me.”
CRACK.
“For making me look like a fool…”
Each word came with fire and disgust. My skin burns every time he spanks me.
I tried to scream, to push him off, but his iron grip held me down. crushing, and unforgiving.
“You think you deserve mercy?” he snarled, grabbing my chin backward. forcing me to look into his burning golden eyes.
“You deserve pain, shame and punishment.”
Blinding pain continued to tear through me. My ass felt like it was set on fire.
But despite the pain and humiliation, I felt something entirely different, submission? Or another thing entirely different from it
Deep down I liked the sweet pain, the way his hard palm hit my ass with reckless abandon, followed by the sinful slapping sound that filled the room…
To My shock i started to get turned on
It's my omega nature. Definitely my omega nature…
He spanked me a little harder, causing me to yelp out in pain.
“Answer my fucking question bitch.” a sharp pain came from my ear lobe. He had bit me.
I opened my mouth to scream out in pain, falling for his trap, I felt his mouth invade mine in a brutal move.
He kissed me again, deeper, rougher, until I couldn’t tell if I was shaking from pain, humiliation… or something else.
“Do you feel it, little liar?” he whispered, hia hot mouth brushing my cheek.
“The price of betrayal?”
My voice broke when I tried to speak. No words came, just breathless sobs.
Crack!
“Yes master” I screamed,
“Good…Do you feel it now?” His voice was low, and jagged like cracked glass. “This is what you asked for… isn't it?”
“No,” I choked on my sob “please…let me go”
His hand rose up, ready to strike. I braced myself for the blow that never came. Instead, it hovered just above my tender ass, brushing the now bruised skin with a featherlight touch that burned hotter than any slap. It sent chills through my spine.
“You don't get to plead,” he whispered near my ear, so close I could feel the vibration from his throat. “You lost that right the moment you stepped into my palace with the intention to kill me.”
His grip on my bound wrists tightened just a fraction, too hard. His face hardened like he was fighting with someone.
“I gave you luxury. Silk. Safety. You gave me deceit.”
I opened my mouth, then shut it again. What was I even supposed to say? What excuse would make this right?
“He stood over me, staring down like I was a puzzle he regretted solving. Then slowly, he reached toward the edge of the bed and unfastened something, his collar. My collar. The symbol of ownership that had bound me to him.
The sound of it clanking on the floor ranh through my body like electric shock. For some reason, I felt a different hot tear swell in my eyes. An empty feeling clawed itself but before I could try to understand this feeling, his voice snapped me out.
“I should’ve known,” he muttered. “I should’ve trusted my instincts. You never smelled right from the beginning. Your behaviour was so glaring and suspicious... But I choose to ignore them.”
He stepped back. And that was worse than any slap, worse than the heat still burning across my back.
I shivered, different and strange emotions began to run chaos in me.
“I won’t touch you again, pet,” he said, spitting the last word like venom. “Because now I finally see what you are.”
“A liar, and a fraudster.”
“Please…” the words tore through my throat as tears fell across my face. I didn’t even know why I was apologizing.
He turned toward the darkened hidden cabinet I had accidentally opened when I was exploring the room earlier on. The one that contained different punishment equipment and sex toys…
The doors closed quietly, the urge to turn around very strong like never before. I heard chains clank together. Cold air touched my spine as dread poured over me like ice water.
My voice cracked, “Please, don’t…” I pleaded as he appeared in my vision like the devil holding a hooked chain and a black blindfold.
“You’re not afraid of pain,” he said, not even looking at me. My stomach clenched.
“I can smell it in you. So thick and visible. You’re not afraid of being a little pet that serves only for his master's entertainment. He came closer, “You are afraid of abandonment. You are afraid that your pathetic life would be even more worthless than it already is. You are afraid of forever being in the shadow of your sister…”
My body trembled, his words were like a knife that pierced my heart. It rang so true within me that I didn't even know what to say.
“That’s what I will give you tonight.”
He moved with eerie patience, like every motion was part of an evil dance he'd rehearsed to spite me.
I flinched when he neared, but he didn’t strike.
Instead, he wrapped the blindfold slowly around my eyes, plunging me into darkness.
he whispered beside my ear, his voice void of emotion.
“I will make sure to relate your failure back home, together with my retribution as my revenge…”
I whimpered, a strangled and heartbroken sound that sounded so brokened left my lips. But he didn’t stop.
“I will make sure all your family members, your pack members, and everybody close to you are destroyed. And do you know what…” He paused, seemingly enjoying my pain and anguish. “They will die knowing that you are a failure, a waste and a worthless pet.”
Without saying anything more, he tugged at my bound wrists, the sound of lock clicking in place echoed in my ears, followed by the sound of door slamming against the wall.
My strength left me, I collapsed in silence.
The kind that screams louder than any slap, than any humiliation, and shame that was flooding through my veins.
He didn’t scream. He didn’t hit me. He simply chained my wrists above my head to the headboard and left me kneeling in the silence.
Naked, blindfolded, humiliated, and the worst,
Alone.