TW - Rape and Brutality included in this chapter.
Past Tense
I was brought back to the land of the living by a bucket of ice cold water that is tossed over me.
"For fuck sake man!" I growled, wiping the water from my eyes as I wearily stood myself upward.
Jordan didn't like that and rewarded me with a swift backhand that knocked me back onto the bed I had just stumbled up from.
"Well, do you want me to fucking get up or not?!" I yelled, cupping my hand to my now throbbing cheek.
"Stop fucking swearing Adara!"
For the dramatic flare and purpose of intimidation, my loving fiancé stepped so close to me that our noses were almost touching.
"But it's okay for you to do so?" I retorted with a very big 'fuck you' snort to follow.
Gripping hold a fistful of my hair at the crown of my scalp, Jordan snapped my head backward so abrasively, my neck made an ungodly cracking sound.
"Do you really want to keep testing me, when lover boy is in my fucking room?"
Every word was spat into my ear with as much venom as he could muster and though I tried my hardest to convince myself that he was bluffing and just wanted me to submit, I couldn't help but feel the panic for Phoenix, hit me.
"No."
'No what?'
'No, I don't want to keep testing you,'
"We will stand here all fucking day until you address me properly, I don't care in the slightest."
He was waiting for me to add 'Master' to the end of my reply but for me it was the peak of degradation and I always tried to stall saying the grim fucking term.
Pulling harder on my roots, my scalp burnt and I cried out.
"Say it properly!"
My eyes had a fiendish, rebellious glint in them as they locked with Jordan's soulless ones. I wasn't going to make this easy for him. I've been his victim for almost three years now, surely he must be tiring of ordering me around.
Having had enough of my stubborn disobedience, Jordan is quick to use his free hand to hit me in my outstretched throat, which I had to give to him, was a new one. Winded, my body attempted to collapse to its knees from the assault but with Jordan's grip on my hair, I could do no such thing. So, whilst I clutched both hands to my throat, he decided that this was an ideal opportunity to throw me against the wall. I collided against it with a loud thud and a ghostly cry of pain scratched its way out of my oesophagus. Thankfully, I managed to stay on my feet.
Despite my breathless groans of discomfort, I was quickly silenced when Jordan thrusted his forearm across my throat, assuring I could not move, speak or breathe without his mercy to do so.
I swear I should just become a roll of wallpaper, I'm always plastered against the wall by this fuckwad.
"Now, here's what your going to do, you are going to apologise to me in the way you have been taught, you are then going to dress in the gown I have laid out on our bed and you are to do it without anymore problems, am I clear?'"
I knew he was serious, his tone had darkened as had his eyes. A wiser woman would have most likely nodded, the lesser me from last year would have submitted too but now? Pfft nah, I had to get one last remark in.
"O...or what?" I croaked out, struggling not to chuckle at how red and enraged his expression had become.
He didn't stall, he threw me to the floor and sent three back-to-back kicks into my stomach. The pain was not unfamiliar but it still hurt on a major scale. I tried to keep my mouth shut but when he threw another kick, I called out for him to please stop. We all know by now that such pleads fall upon deafened ears.
Another kick to the abdomen and then came the dreaded rattle of his belt buckle. He loved a good old tradition. Jordan's psychopathic father would batter him with his belt for every little thing, even something as small and insignificant as dropping an egg in the kitchen. It was only right for him to honour that sadistic bitch by battering me with that same strip of leather. Please do note the sarcasm and lack of empathy where I say that.
Jordan tears the shirt I have on and flips me, rather expertly, onto my aching stomach.
"Why...?" The first hit hurts the most as it is both burning hot and freezing cold all at the same time, "can't you...?" the second and third assault is to paint a pretty picture in my skin "just do as you're fucking told?!'" The fourth and fifth caused the nausea to make an appearance but it's often the tenth that has the vomit actually project down myself.
I wailed pitifully as he approached the eighteenth lash but he didn't stop there/ Jordan loved beating me, the sweet concoction of seeing me suffering, seeing my skin red raw, cut and bleeding was addictive to him, he could never get enough.
It is only when Cameron enters the room with an equally battered Phoenix that Jordan comes back to the present and notices how severely hurt my back now was.
Crouching down to my level, Jordan ended his infliction of excruciation by gripping my chin and forcing my head up so that our eyes are locked.
"Apologise to me. Thoroughly, or I swear to you I am going to take this fucking belt and strangle lover boy over there."
With every word he spat, the harder the grip on my face became. I'd pushed it far enough now.
I pressed my eyes closed to avoid any additional humiliation of Phoenix and Cameron seeing me submit to him and allow the stupid fucking apology flow from my mouth.
"Please forgive me, Master. I have misbehaved and deserved the punishment you have chosen to give me."
Had I not been so consumed by the pain, I most certainly would have thrown up at hearing how pathetic and humiliating that statement was.
"That's a good girl, now go get showered. You have five minutes before I come in there and scrub you, myself'."
Knowing my body could not manage any further assault, I reply with a fleet 'Yes, Master' before staggering to my feet.
The stinging in every gash marring my back was indescribably painful. I bit down hard against my index finger to keep my screams at bay. I would not continue to feed that fuckers pride of a job well done.
Distraction was always something Andre would tell me to find whenever if grazed my knee as a child, was it possible when one had such deep lacerations up and down her shoulders, spine and hips?
My thoughts did briefly run to Phoenix but seeing that he had a black eye, fat lip and blood coming from his mouth, those thoughts offered very little solace.
'Two minutes left, slut!'
Oh, how badly I wanted to tell him to go screw himself.
After a painfully long process of hair, make up and gown, I was finally ready for Jordan's wedding rehearsal. With my hair short and all different lengths, the small tufts I had were not considered adequate nor beautiful enough for Jordan. So as an additional wedding present to me, Jordan made sure to arrange that a long, blonde wig was fitted to my scalp and styled into thick, pretty curls that cascaded down my poor, slashed back.
I wore a light pink lipstick and a generous amount of mascara which took some of the attention away from the dying, green bruises around my eye and lining my jaw.
My gown was fitted yet due to how thin I had become, still drooped in places I'm sure Jordan didn't wish it to. I didn't overly care though.
The front of the gown was exquisite, there was no denying that. I mean it wasn't the dress nor the dressmakers fault that I was being wedded against my will was it?
The sequins and diamantés had been hand sewn in a firework like fashion that led from the right hip area, exploding across the stomach. The bottom was long and had a white net over the silk material beneath it and a slit up the left side, showed my leg a little with each step I took.
Other than the ghastly injuries, the repulsive scars and the permanent reminders of every ounce of agony Jordan had ever caused me, I looked rather divine.
I had been instructed to sit on the bed to wait for Jordan to come and collect me. In too much agony to disobey, I reluctantly did as I was told.
Phoenix was in the room, on his knees with his head bowed. Cameron had wrestled him into a tuxedo which I'm sure was no easy task. His hair had been gelled, but one small strand had broken free and rested just above his eyebrow which admittedly had me feeling some kind of way.
Regardless of having a bit gag lodged between his teeth, Phoenix complimented me as soon as I was given the all clear from the make up artist, Regan.
'You look stunning' was what he had hoped to say and whilst it was obstructed, I knew that is what he meant.
'Are you okay?' I ask quietly. With the smallest smile the leather in his mouth allowed him to muster, Phoenix mumbled a 'never better'. I chuckled but it caused my ribs to throb so it was only a small laugh but it made me feel like everything, despite the dismal circumstance, would be okay.
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3.5 Hours Later
Phoenix had been dragged from the room about an hour ago and that assurance that everything would be okay, had long gone.
I'd been savagely picking at the skin at the side of my thumb and had made myself bleed but it was the only thing to keep me from making an attempt to jump out the window.
'Ready?'
I am pulled from my own head when Cameron stands at the door in a tuxedo similar to the one Phoenix had been forced into.
'No' I reply bluntly, not making any attempt to hide the 'are you fucking serious?' Look from my expression.
He tried to hide it but I could see a semblance of a smile curve Cameron's lips.
'Can't say that I blame you,' He pauses, a slight shadow of guilt playing on his features. 'He uh...wants these on you'.
He shows me the handcuffs but I already knew what Jordan expected.
Without any hassle for Cameron, I hold out my wrists for him and he latches the cuffs to them.
The aisle is bare and the church is empty as no one would be attending other than Jordan, Phoenix and his boys.
Silas, is the one whom volunteered to walk me down the aisle whilst Brett opted to be Jordan's best man. Silas had a firm hold on the crease of my elbow and walked me as though I were a felon about to be checked in to the local penitentiary.
Once I was stood beside Jordan, my hands uncontrollably trembling, an elderly gentleman with a very noticeable scar carved across his face, emerged from the door to the right of us. His attire gave the impression that he was part of the church, one of hierarchical importance in fact but with the chunk of flesh bitten from his ear, the scar on his face and the tattooed slit across his throat, I very much doubted that he actually was.
'Jordan, how are you?' The gentleman asks, his voice and accent surprisingly well-to-do and calm. I hadn't expected that at all, I had assumed he would have spoke like a real geezer.
'I'm good thanks H, how have you been?'
'Can't complain I suppose, this is better than being locked up isn't it?'
The way 'H' spoke unnerved me for the second time, he really didn't look as though he should be speaking so politely.
Jordan laughed and agreed with him before H proceeded to read some internet-searched passage about how love and unions like this one come only once in a lifetime. I couldn't hold my tongue.
'I fucking hope this is a once in a lifetime deal, I've got the shittiest end of the stick!'
My laugh was almost maniacal, but morphed into a screech of agony when Jordan pressed his thumb deep into one of the lacerations his belt had caused.
He doesn't mess around and assures I can say nothing else as he clamps his hand over my nose and mouth. I struggle against him as every so often he smothers me entirely, controlling my ability to breathe.
'Carry on, H, sorry about that' Jordan says, applying more pressure to my face. Though I am unable to see him, I knew my captor was grinning. He loved when I struggled, it fed into his sadism. The rehearsal continued with me unable to spit anymore hilarious comments and after three, long hours of staring at H's grim scar, I was taken back to Jordan's room. After stripping me of the beautiful gown and pulling the wig off, returning me to my sordid place in his world, Jordan beat me unconscious.
If that wasn't enough to teach me to keep my fucking mouth shut, then the further punishment for my rude behaviour, certainly would.
I came around after a restless slumber to find Phoenix bound to a chair opposite Jordan's bed. He had a clear view of my hideous, naked body which was most certainly Jordan's evil intention.
I, too, had been tied but I was in a spread-eagle position with each limb chained to the bed frame. This wasn't good.
Jordan makes his dramatic entrance, slamming the door open with such force that it leaves a dent in the paintwork behind it.
He says nothing, which for him was unusual but as he removed his shirt, with a half smoked cigarette hanging from his lips I knew how he intended to teach me a lesson.
Regardless of my efforts to keep it stifled a sob breaks free as I implore Jordan not to rape me in front of Phoenix.
'Please don't'
My voice is barely above a whisper but he had heard me loud and clear. Jordan says nothing as I let my tears fall. Being raped was horrific enough but to be so violently fucked in front of the man I loved felt so much worse.
Jordan is soon done with the removal of his clothes and begins to press kisses at my ankle. I try to recoil from his touch but am unable to get very far when he grabs my thigh and digs his fingernails into my skin.
'Please, Jordan don't do it, not here' I plead.
'Be quiet'
The fact he didn't tell me to shut my fucking mouth was a bad sign, one that I knew meant he was really going to make this hurt. His tone was cutting and left no room for discussion.
Phoenix fights against his binds but to no avail. Jordan remains ignorant to his second captives antics whilst he licked up my inner thigh.
'No! Jordan! Get the fuck off me!' I screech, writhing wildly beneath him. He ignores me for the moment, his focus set only on the positioning of his cock.
Not knowing what else I could do, I scream at the top of my lungs in hopes that I kill Jordan's erection. Within a moment of screaming, an agonising and powerful punch is thrown against the right side of my face. My teeth clatter together and I feel my entire jaw dislocate.
The pain is fucking horrendous as it shoots up my jawline and into my ears, consuming every ounce of my thought process.
'I did tell you to be quiet, slut. Now you will be,' Jordan whispers as he presses painful kisses against my dislodged jaw. I cannot open my mouth whatsoever but the agony is so extensive that I can't help but to sob heavily.
With a lack of warning and preparation, Jordan thrusts himself into me and begins to savagely violate me as painfully as he could. I felt as though I were being torn in two, my insides felt as though they were burning, I could feel the blood pooling beneath me. Phoenix had fallen silent. Most likely repulsed by me. I was nothing but a sex toy to Jordan, he was showing Phoenix how to use me to his full advantage.
Jordan orgasms inside of me once then decides to go for round two with his hand latched around my throat. The ordeal is as horrific as always, only far more painful. I supposed that was because he wanted to get at Phoenix.
By the end, I feel nothing but disgust and I cannot stop staring at the wardrobe that is ahead of me.
Phoenix doesn't try to console me as he knows there is nothing he could say to take back what Jordan had just done.
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The following day, Jordan takes me to the church in nothing but his shirt. I can still feel the dried semen between my legs, and it hurts to walk but of course he didn't give a shit.
He never reset my jaw, though I imagine it was to keep me quiet whilst the revered read through the vows. Couldn't have his prisoner saying no could he?
The ceremony was supposed to be in three days time but given my behaviour, Jordan decided on a more rushed affair so that he could ship me off to be someone else's problem as soon as possible. I didn't overly mind getting away from him as where I was heading couldn't have been much worse could it?
Hellooo my lovelies! I am so sorry for my lack of updates! I've been working a lot and doing my apartment up! I hope you're all keeping safe and are doing well.
This is a brutal chapter but don't worry - karma is coming in big doses soon! I've tried to make this chapter longer too to make up for not updating recently. Hope you enjoy!
Much love
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