Chapter Ten –

Back In Hell

There were no words to describe the immense fear running through her veins as she groggily awoke. Thoughts and feelings were so disorientated, so disfigured in her mind even that caused her to panic – never had she awoken with such confusion in her mind. Never had she awoke with the sense of fear striking through her body so sharp, so crisp it was causing her to already shake. There was something to fear, even before she awoke: there was something to be frightened of, her mind was telling her that as she lay unconscious, begging her never to awake. Yet she had done: Faith had awoken, pulling herself into the most bloodthirsty, most horrifying nightmare ever.

Her senses slowly came to her, a metallic taste was in her mouth, and a horrible stench lingered in her nostrils. There was some liquid in her throat; as she breathed in the substance came into her lungs causing her to frantically cough out, feeling the liquid splatter from her mouth. Her coughing continued for long minutes before she even had her eyes open. Before she even computed where she was, what was going on, she was already choking. The terrible metallic taste grew stronger on her tongue as she continued to cough up the liquid that seemed to never end. It just wouldn't stop, it wouldn't stop.

Trying to pull her arms to her mouth, she cried out as a sharp pain shot through her wrists. Wisely, she stopped fidgeting, feeling a liquid slowly running down her skin from her bound wrists. The liquid in her throat finally stopped throwing itself out of her body, giving her a chance to breathe and conduct herself. Her eyes were firmly shut, her mind was awake. She couldn't bear to open her lids, frightened of whatever she may see. Her body felt sore, though she could feel the soft sheets of a mattress underneath her. As she moved a tiny bit she could feel her ankles were also bound to the bed, with a soft silk cloth she could feel against her skin.

Slowly, she brought up the courage to open her eyes. The last few hours, days, or even weeks were such a blur. The last memory she had was of Gaignun: his body stood in front of hers protectively until it was knocked away by someone so strong, so alluring and so psychotically angry: the memory of his rage was forever burned into her mind, in a way that gave her more fear when she thought of it. Her heart pounded quickly, trying to escape her flesh as her eyes widened to investigate.

The world was dark, but she could just about see the outlines of familiar, un-soothing objects. Her eyes came a dresser, which she had been thrown against resulting in her first concussion and head trauma; her gold eyes looked weakly to the closet she remembered being thrown into as her body pumped the blood from in because of a deadly wound he had given her. Shuddering, she pushed the remains of those memories from her mind, focusing on what was going on now. She was there; she was in his hands, but how? Why? How did it all happen? And … she shuddered violently: what was he planning?

In the eerie silence that seemed to go on forever, she felt her breathes were shaking. Patiently, she waited for Master to return, dreading what would happen to her. A swift glance down at herself showed a few cuts her and there. Her chest was in pain as she breathed in and out; indicating Master had pushed her into something or pushed his fists into her. That could explain the liquid that she chocked from her mouth. It had been blood. A closer look at her chest showed the amount of blood she had chocked up, staining her cloths Gaignun had given her.

"Gaignun …" she mumbled, her voice weak as her eyes gazed upwards at the ceiling.

If it wasn't for the sharp, cutting item used to bound her wrists to the bed, or for the aching pain on her chest, she would've felt almost … comfy. Lain out neatly, the sheets still softly under her, it was al cosy. But this added to the fear: Master was trying to elude her, trying to put up a fake illusion of what he was going to do to her.

Blinking, her body began to feel weak. Her eyelids were heavy as she drifted back into unconsciousness, into a deep slumber and she just prayed she wouldn't awake back in the nightmare.

Awakening again, the taste and stench of blood was much stronger then before. Pain was shooting throughout her body; the stinging was so strong she cried out, feeling tears staining her cheeks as they left her eyes. She tried to move her wrists but they were still bound. As she opened her eyes, a hand was quickly placed over them.

"Hush now, poupee," the horrifying voice she wished not to hear whispered. "This won't hurt. Relax; accept the punishment for your sins."

There was something, a blade, which suddenly tore through her flesh. She felt the blade scrap across her stomach, hearing it tear her cloths. Her back arched in pain, she whimpered and cried as the blade left her skin; Master's hand covered her eyes, bounding her head to the mattress.

"Let me go," her frail voice cried. Her breathing was fast; her tears were dampening his hands. How many other cuts had he given her? Her body felt wet from her blood. It didn't seem like there was a single part of her flesh that didn't sting or hurt. Her heart was pounding faster then it had done before, and she felt the return of some blood in her mouth, though she swallowed it back down, cringing as the liquid ran down her throat.

"Maybe we should have a look at what is underneath these sickeningly cute cloths …" he said, laughing manically.

"No, don't!!" she almost screamed, the blood threw from her mouth as she did so.

He laughed again at her pleading and bleeding. Finally, he took away his hand, only so that she was able to see his expression as he began to start what he wanted. What she couldn't control.

He brought the knife to her chest, just above where her cloths starting. She prayed he would stab her; she wanted him to stab him then and there rather then do what he would do. Half of her believed her prays would go answered, and her heart sunk as the blade swiftly ran through her fabrics, tearing her cloths in one swift movement. She squirmed and squealed when her bloody porcelain body was on show to his eyes.

Well, her once porcelain body. Cuts were randomly dotted her and there, the blood was wet still, showing he hadn't done them too long ago. She cringed as he removed her cloths, slowly too – making sure the show would go on longer. He wanted her to feel as much pain, as much suffering as he could make her feel. Besides, he had waited a long time to do this to his poupee, so why not lengthen it out a bit?

"Stop it," she begged as her body was full in view, her cloths thrown somewhere onto the floor.

A devious smile was plastered on Master's face as he leaned onto the bed. He leaned his clothed body on top of her sore, tore one. His leg was placed between hers, a hand wrapped behind her back, holding her as close to him as possible. She shivered as his lips touched hers; hers instantly sealing to stop him from kissing her properly.

'Only Gaignun is allowed to kiss me …' she thought as a tear ran down her face. Suddenly, his tongue pushed into her mouth, noises of no left the back of her throat as her mouth was intruded. She squirmed and wriggled, but his grip around her was so strong she couldn't move much. She was trapped in the arms of him, with absolutely no escape.

After a few moments, he finally stopped kissing her. His mouth worked on her jaw line, slowly coming down to her neck. His pecks were soft, though as his lips lowered he brought in his teeth. She moaned as he nibbled her skin. He came to her breasts, pecking them with soft kisses, almost like a lover would. But the second he came to her nipples, he bit down causing her to scream.

"Stop it!" she yelled, wishing for the aid of Gaignun. As she tried to pull her wrists free, she felt another sharp pain as another cut was created.

"Be careful," he mumbled, nibbling at her painfully; making her whimper. "That barbed wire is right across your wrist: one unwanted move may cause in your death."

With horror on her face, she stayed still, dreading what would be coming. She shut her eyes tightly, hoping she could just blur it all out, forgot and pretend it all wasn't happening. She focused her mind on the last few hours, forcing herself to remember: to remember how she managed to get back into his hands, how she managed to get where she wished she would never be.

Okay, sucky chapter. The next one is going to start off exactly where Chapter Nine had left off, I wanted a little sense of mystery/bad stuff before all that happened, tho I think its totally crap XDD.