The Two Families

Chapter Twenty-Two

Trigger Warning: torture.

Laura's POV:

I eyed the metal rod, heart pounding in my chest. Sweat trickled down my neck as I dug my nails into my palm. Mikito strolled closer to me, going excruciatingly slow, just to make my fear multiply. I can feel the sweat making my clothes stick to my body, the throbbing in my eyes, the ringing in my ears and the sounds of my heart pounding. The fear plagues my guts, churning my stomach. The anxiety overwhelms my body, making me incredibly exhausted, yet I couldn't shout, yell, and beg for mercy. Why? Why couldn't I break down the walls of my ego and pray for freedom? Why couldn't I set aside my egotistical nature and strike a deal with Mikito to let me live in exchange for something? Why? 

Eventually, Mikito reached me, squatting down in front of me; his knees cracking. I looked into his glossy black eyes. He ran a finger over my cheek, creasing it. I gagged, turning my head away. Mikito stood up and walked behind me, grabbing all my hair into his fist. He ran his hands down my shoulders, grabbing the pieces of fabric that covered my chest. 

"Stop!" I screamed.

I felt a sharp pain on the back of my head. My vision blurred as I felt liquid trickling down my head. I blinked rapidly, trying to regain clear vision. When I was trying to reorient myself, Mikito had removed the fabric from my chest, exposing a patch of skin above my heart. He brought the metal rod closer to me, heat radiating on my skin.

I squirmed, "please, don't!"

"Fine, on one condition," Mikito smirked, "join me or give me Aarina. I'll let you go; no questions asked, no catches."

I spat, "never."

Mikito smacked me across my face, grabbing onto my neck, leaning towards me, "I am giving you a way out, and you aren't taking it?"

"Aarina is a civilian; she doesn't have anything to do with you! As for working with you, I'd rather die," I replied.

"You bitch," He cursed, slapping my across the face again; this time I could feel cool liquid oozing out of my nose, "You were supposed to be my slave, my slut but Luka Marino busted my scheme and freed all my girls. You were supposed to work for me, not him."

Mikito poked the metal rod into my skin, burning it. I let out a feral screech as the smell of burning flesh crept its way into my nose. Tears streamed down my face, as I thrashed, trying to get the burning to stop. The pain came in waves, giving you hope that it would stop but the next wave hurt even more than before. Each wave of pain robs my ability to speak. The smell of sizzling skin overwhelmed me. I cried out louder, straining my throat. After what left like hours, Mikito removed the metal rod from my chest, leaving me slumped on the chair in severe pain. I breathed heavily, tears still falling down my face. 

"I'm going to ask you again. Work for me?" Mikito asked.

Despite the immense amount of pain I felt, I replied through gritted teeth, "are you that desperate?"

And with that, I fell into darkness.

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When I opened my eyes, I was no longer on a chair. My hands were tied up on top of my head, suspended by ropes on the ceiling. I leaned backwards, arms aching from supporting my weight. I looked around, noticing that I was still in the same place I had been before. The door opened, revealing Mikito. He stalked towards me, a long rope trailing behind him. He lashed it forward, striking my skin. I yelped out in surprise more than pain. That's when the torture started. He whipped me, not stopping. At first, the area felt numb, followed by a growing itch. Next, the pain spreads across my back, making my legs shake. I cry out for help, knowing nobody is going to aid me. My back felt wet like blood was spilling out, but no blood fell.

My body shook violently as my tears fell to the ground. Mikito stood in front of me, grabbing onto my hair, pulling my head up. My back tensed, searing pain racked my body. He whispered into my ear, "all you have to do is say the words."

"No," I pushed out. Mikito lashed out once again, making me hiss in pain. He retreated upstairs, probably devising another plan to get me to join him. I leaned back, breathing heavily.

"Fuck you, Luka," I cursed at the roof, "where are you?"

When I see him, I will end him. If...if I see him, not when. The torture drained me, but it wasn't that bad for me, mainly because I have been whipped before, for pleasure, but this feeling was more of revulsion.

Then all my walls crumbled and I cried and cried and cried. I cried because of all the pain, because I wanted to go home, because I wanted to see my friends, because I wanted to be free again. The sobs clawed its way out of me, rattling my body. If joining Mikito is the only way I could be free, then I would consider it.