𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Chapter 53 | Plephoric

My knees ached as I walked over to the angry wooden cross that peered over me. It had latches at every corner, and the belt around my neck hung like a leash.

"I've pictured you here, even before I'd seen that pretty little face of yours." Samael holds my wrists in place, locking them in. He kneels down to wove my feet into the handles, locking them also.

"Do you recall that day when you ended the call in the middle of playing with my friend?" I hung up head in shame, wincing at the slight tingle of pain that the latches sent through me.

"Words now Miss Crawford." He turned his body around, seeming to choose from the nefarious objects in the cabinet of the room. I was helpless, and against the weight of the iron latches, my body was giving up.

"Y-yes sir, I remember when I hung up on you." Now my head fell in shame, I really wish I didn't do that.

"And now you've gone against the commands given to you by Theo." He tsked, and I whimper in response.

"I'm sorry sir, I-"

Shit.

He hadn't asked me a question.

Silence fills the room and all that's audible is my shallow breathing. His back stiffened, as did his position. Levai and Theo weren't visible in my peripheral vision, and I was needy to see them, desperate for any source of help.

Now even Samael was no longer in my presence.
Instead, his footsteps informed me that he was right behind me.

...

Slash.

The contact that the leather object made against my exposed stomach ricocheted off the walls, eliciting a cry of pure pain.

"Are you too stupid that you're unable to comprehend basic rules Miss Crawford?"

My head rolled back, and the beads of sweat in the crease of my neck only met with my fallen hair strands.

"N-No sir, I can do as I'm told."

I hoped I could.
My heart rang in my ears, and my quiet sobs filled the inaudible space, yet surprisingly the pain that rang through me fell straight into my core.

This was turning me on.
Not only that, it was turning me on to the point where I felt like I could climax, solely through the pain.

"Good girl, now how many lashes do you think you should take?"

The question, although formed so politely, rang with wickedness. Too few, and I'd be humiliated for my cowardness. Too many, and I'd be humiliated for being a pain addict.

Nevertheless, the object left a burning sensation against my stomach, and I didn't know if I could take several lashes at once.

"A-As many as you see fit sir." He seemed to like my answer. "What do you think Levai? What does your girl deserve?"

More footsteps came around, as more of my tears started to form. Usually, if I was to cry infront of Levai, he'd catch my tears before they threatened to fell, but this was different.

Instead, he loved the fear in my eyes, and the ramifications of his, their actions.

Placing the end of the belt to the back of my neck, he tightens his grip, pulling my neck fully backwards against the opening of the cross. My head rested against the top of the X- shape, and he forced me to look into his eyes.

The restriction caused me to be even more hazy than before, but the result of their actions was incredibly visible. My wetness started to trickle below my knees, collecting against the bottom of the cross.