Love and Hate Chapter 8
“What are you doing here?” I heard his voice and my heart stopped. He stood at the doorway, hands clenched, eyes red like a demon’s heart.
“What’s all this Sebastian?” shivering as I asked.
It was a cold night and I was scared as hell. I couldn’t stop my hands from shaking. I almost broke the lantern I was holding in my hand. I wanted to run out of there but he was blocking the only way out of this room. But most of all I wanted to know why a fully equipped torture chamber was hidden beneath the basement of my house. Since I came to this place, I have always had a strange feeling that I did not belong here, not in this house and definitely not with him. I had never been truly welcomed or made to feel that this was my house. I have always had some lingering fears and doubts about this man. Only now they were all starting to come true. All I wanted to do at that moment was to leave. But would he let me?!
“You know what this is,” he replied.
“OF COURSE I KNOW WHAT THIS IS,” I yelled back, “but why is it here?”
He didn’t answer.
“Is this where you bring your slaves for punishment?” I asked again.
When he didn’t reply I shouted, “ANSWER ME DAMN YOU!”
“You know I don’t have slaves.”
“Then why do you have all this torture equipment in your house?” pressing harder to know the truth.
My mind was wondering all over the place, unable to comprehend what I just saw. If he didn’t have slaves, then whom were all those torture contraptions for? I’ve seen my husband’s reaction to torture and punishment. I could swear he didn’t approve of such acts. So why did he have all those whips and floggers in his basement? Suddenly a thought crossed my mind. It couldn’t be? Could it?
“Don’t tell me you bring your sluts down here?” I asked again.
I couldn’t believe I was even asking him such a vile question. I’ve heard that some people liked to use this stuff for their sadistic or masochistic pleasures, but I couldn’t believe my husband had such perverted tendencies. Surely not him?!
He looked at me in surprise and asked, “you mean Beatrice and Bernice?”
“OF COURSE I MEANT THOSE SLUTS. They’re your WHORES aren’t they?”
“Oh no. They’ve never been down here,” he tried to explain. “No one has.”
“What do you mean no one has? Then what’s all this for?” I was starting to get frustrated.
“For you,” he finally said and I fell down on the floor from shock. It was like a mountain just fell on me. I was flabbergasted.
“All this, is for you.” He repeated it once more.
“FOR ME?!?! What do you mean for me?!?!?”
“Because you are your father’s daughter.”
“What does my father have to do with this?” still confused.
“Because of what he did.”
“What in the world are you talking about? DID WHAT?”
“YOUR FATHER DID…,” finally bursting out loud, “YOUR FATHER DID KILL HER. YOU ALL DID,” stopping to take a breath.
Then he lowered his head and whispered in a voice I could barely hear. “She died in my arms. She died from her wounds but no one cared. No one was even there to help.”
He held out his arms looking at his hands as he continued, “I can still feel my mother’s blood on my fingers. She died from your father’s whip.”
I didn’t realize I was still on my knees on the cold floor until they started to ache. I knew my father’s past was going to haunt me, it still did, but I didn’t realize it was going to be this harsh. Suddenly all the voices and screams of those women he brutalized echoed in my ears mingling with the cries of my childhood memories. There were so many of them. I know. I was there and I heard each and every one of their cries. True. No one did come to help, not for them and not even for me.
“You brought me here for this?” I barely managed to ask.
“Yes,” was all the answer I could get.
“Why Sebastian? Why me?” I asked again, “you married me for this?” the final question which still lingered in my mind. When he didn’t reply I knew the answer to that.
Suddenly it hit me. It all started to make sense. He brought me to this place for one reason and one reason only. I was to atone for my father’s sin. “The sins of the fathers shall be visited upon their children,” this is what some people believe. “An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth,” it is the law of the world. Only it was a punishment I did not deserve, a feud I did not start, but I knew I had to end. I had to end the cycle that brought us all here. It was a sacrifice I was willing to undergo. Who knows, maybe those women could finally find the peace they all so deserved. It wasn’t my fault but justice can be cruel. Maybe I could have ran away from that place. Maybe I could have fought my way out of there, but I did not want to. I was going to accept what life had bestowed upon me and surrender to this monster that called himself my husband. At that moment I realized my fate had been sealed.
I stood up and said, “I will do what you want under one condition.”
For a second I thought he was going to disregard that. He paused for a moment then he asked, “and what is that condition?”
“You agree to sign over all my family’s estate to me and cross out all my father’s debts. Once you are finished with me, I want you to send me back to my father’s house. I don’t ever want to see you again for the rest of my life.”
I knew I wasn’t in a very strong position to bargain. I think he knew that as well. However if I was to surrender to such kind of punishment, I might as well get something in return. In the brief time I’ve known this man, the only thing I was counting on was that he was honorable enough to abide by his commitments. From the expression on his face I could see that my proposal surprised him. Just the thought of me trying to bargain that which was not in my hands intrigued him even more.
I was surprised when he finally said, “I accept your conditions.”
I walked to the middle of the room and stood underneath the large wooden structure. I figured this was where my ordeal was to begin. I extended out my hands and said, “do what you have to do.”
“We might as well get this over with,” still holding out my hands to him.
He came over towering over me and looked straight into my eyes. We stood for a few seconds neither saying a word then with one swift sweep he turned me around. Standing right behind me I could feel his warm breath at the back of my neck. He reached out and brought down the chains that were dangling from the wooden frame. After strapping both my hands to the metal cuffs he strongly pulled a lever and I was hanging my by hands, my feet barely touching the ground. It didn’t take him much time to tear all my clothes away while still standing behind me. I was completely stripped naked and at his mercy. Even though it was damp and freezing in there I was shivering more from fright then from the cold. I didn’t want to look at him or see what he was doing. Then he turned around and stood in front of me.
He touched me and I flinched. “They haven’t grown much since we swam together when we were kids. Did they?” Groping my small breasts and pinching my nipples as he said that.
“WHAT!?” It couldn’t be him could it? the little boy I used to go swimming with when we were children? “SAMUEL?” I cried out in surprise. “Is that you?”
“So you still remember my name.”
“Of course I remember your name…YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT!” I was screaming because his fingers were tweaking at my nipples and pulling at them until I thought they might come loose in his hand. Then he let go and I screamed even louder, “OHH FUCKKKKKK…”
“SAMUEL?!” Calling out his name once more, “oh god it is you.”
“You know I used to have a crush on you?” Another confession I didn’t want to hear from him. “You were the first girl I ever saw naked.”
“We were ten years old for heavens sake!” I tried to plead to that boy in him, the boy who gave me my first kiss, “please Sebastian .. Samuel … please let me go. I beg off you.”
“We have a deal,” reminding me of what I just agreed to a few minutes earlier. I realized then that that boy had long since gone.
He touched me again and I flinched one more time. I tried to pull back from his touch but I couldn’t. There was no escape from those chains. He put his hand on the entrance of my pussy pushing his fingers inside of me as he smiled. I couldn’t help myself. My body betrayed me. From the smirk on his face I know his fingers were swimming in a wet pool of my own making.
He started to bring his trousers down making clear what his intentions were. “That’s not in our deal,” I said.
“It’s in our original one.”
“And what deal was that?” I don’t remember committing to anything else.
“Love till death do us part,” reminding me as he thrust his cock inside my dripping pussy. I swore I felt it go through all the way up my spine and I shivered from the intensity of my orgasm.
He held me by my waist pushing up and down, in and out forcing my tied arms to endured the brunt of his grunts. I felt a swarm of pain traveling from my shoulders all the way up to my wrists but my mind was busy elsewhere. It was trying to survive another one of those orgasms until he finally uploaded his cum inside my throbbing pussy.
He stepped back and pulled his trousers up leaving me still hanging from those chains with his cum dribbling down my thigh. Even though it was freezing cold, I felt flushing hot with cold sweat dripping from my forehead. I was shivering again, this time from what he just made me go through. My head slumped down my chest waiting for what was to come next. I didn’t know what to expect, nor think nor feel anymore. I was ashamed of myself. One second I was in a state of ecstasy and the next I was sick to my stomach. How could my body respond to all of those feelings at the same time? How could love and hate exist in the same state of mind? I’ve never felt anything like that before. I hated it but I didn’t want it to stop. When I looked back up I felt a jolt of dread go through my spin. My heart almost stopped. He was holding a vile whip in his hand as he stood waiting in front of me.
He waited and he waited and he waited….
“DO IT. DAMN YOU” I yelled out with all my might. But he didn’t.
“DO IT.. SEBASTIAN,” I finally broke down crying. “Please Samuel please finish this,” shaking like a leaf in the wind. My eyes flooded with tears as I begged him again and again, “do it…please do it …pleeease.”
I have no idea how long I stood waiting. Time just slipped by like a summer breeze. It had no meaning anymore. Life had no meaning anymore. It was just me, him and that whip. He held it in his hand until he finally he threw it down to the floor in front of my feet. I tired to look up to see why he did what he did, but my eyes were blurry from tears that fogged my vision. The only thing I felt were his hands unstrapping the cuffs and releasing me from those chains. I dropped down on the cold floor exhausted and in shock.
“Pack your things and leave. I will give you the deeds to your father’s estate. His debts will be taken care off. I will send you the divorce papers very soon. You’re free to go.”
“Nooooo….” the only word I remembered saying as I fainted on the floor never to see Sebastian again.