Chapter 12. Strain

Hours must have passed by until he returned again, wearing only his underwear just as she expected. She squirmed in the bed groaning to be let up. He wore an amused expression while delighting in her torment.

"Use your words, darling. I'm no telepath."

She clutched tightly ahold the rugged, irritating scratchy restraints, forcing out a hoarse, "Please..."

Blurry vision fixated on him through half opened eyes, her naked writhing figure all the more tempting. With unexpected gentleness, the ropes were skilfully untied, temporarily releasing their captive. She whispered a soft "thank you" while hastily walking towards the bathroom. A sigh of relief let out when finished, washing hands then splashing cool water over an uncertain expression before returning back to...it.

'I don't think he's even worthy to be called anything else...other than what he truly is...A monster.'

With slight hesitation, she lied back onto his bed, allowing him to restrain her once more. Apparently this was his idea of fun. She didn't care to know how he got off on torture.

...

This was how things went on for the next three days. She didn't exactly want to risk saying the wrong words which could rouse his anger, worsening her predicament even moreso, thus deciding it best to keep her mouth shut until prompted otherwise. It felt horrible keeping thoughts bottled up inside but there seemed to be no other way.

'It's reminding me of the first day coming here...Then the months following after until I became more adjusted, more accustomed to this selfish, tyrannical way of living. Nothing changes here. Doesn't matter what anyone tries, nothing changes...At least not for the better.'

He returned just then from wherever bringing what resembled food and water with him. As usual, he sat down at her side, presenting steak and asparagus this time. She let out another small sigh, accepting his feeding. No surprise when he left again. He started doing this since the start of...whatever was now happening. He'd return periodically to check on her- at least once every two hours- then go off to wherever. She could only ponder these interim whereabouts.

An icy, unforgiving stare never wavered from her once during this feeding, same as the others. Must have been supper for all she knew. She kept both eyes focused on a middle button. It had been since yesterday when he started dressing again. When finished, curiosity got the better of her. Through clenched teeth, she forced out both questions that had been bothering her since this had all started. It may cost her dearly, yet it didn't matter. No matter the cost, she had to know.

"You wanted to act out a perverse fantasy in the kitchen, didn't you? That's why that painting was placed there, right? How could you..."

"That's what caused you to cower away?"

He smirked, turning the monitors back on. Albert tuned into a recreational area revealing what he'd been doing for the past several days. Apparently personal workouts were increased by restraining compound carriers to the equipment, using them in a sexual manner instead. She sneered as these interactions played out before them, disgusted when watching him force others to lose consciousness during various long, strenuous positions and stances. The women even looked appalled themselves. He really wasn't much better than Spencer.

When closing both eyes and looking away out of disgust once more, she scoffed, hissing out "None of those women can even stand to look at you either. They're more human than you'll ever be anyways."

So what if speaking her mind costed her dearly? It was better than feeling numb.

"That's what you think then, is it? At least interest had increased in our interactions by mutual involvement during each session. Unlike you, they put forth an effort when it came to participation, doing their best pleasing me despite being restrained. Put simply, they knew better. Unlike you."

That remark more than stung, it left her fuming wanting nothing more than to have the chance to beat him senseless. Now he was showing his true colors.

She refused to look at the screen choosing instead to wait until what all had been recorded concluded. It took nearly three hours but at last, silence. It couldn't have come sooner either. Sarene chose meditating over focusing on anger. Once more, she reminded herself that getting angry could only worsen this situation. It's not that she pitied him- regardless of the hell forced upon him throughout his entire existence- she just wanted freedom. She'd be the bigger person and admit her wrongs; if that's what helped get her out of here faster of course.

"Can we end this charade already? What's the point of keeping me here when all I clearly want to do is leave?"

"And you have a choice in the matter? You don't seem to realize the compromising position that you're in, dear."

He loomed from above only to lay down at her side instead. His fingers rubbed all over her body, tracing curves, crevices, the contour of her body shape, hovering mere inches away from pleasure sources. She wouldn't allow this to bother her. Instead, she'd do to him what had been done to her during this entire three day time period- hurt with words. Fight fire with fire.

"If anything this is annoying me. Even Oswell could do better than you."

She expected a frustrated reply, possibly even a hair pull or slap. Instead, the reply given left her surprised.

"How so?"

He actually wanted to know. It's not as though he wasn't present for at least half of their sessions, forcibly watching throughout the entire process. At least a fourth of them consisted with Albert participating in some way- whether it be oral or fondling he still did something.

"Why ask me in the first place since you were there for at least half of them? You already know how he was..."

"Ah, remind me...Won't you?"

He freed her for the time being, so it seemed, awaiting for his curiosity to be sated. She instantly covered herself up only for him to aggressively pull them away, tossing the satin sheets onto the floor.

"No no, silly little bitch. That's not how I recall our prior sessions starting. Show me correctly this time unless you wish for punishment to ensue."

She lied there, beginning to shake with obvious trepidation, fully well knowing what grim consequences would most likely follow if denied. All involved pain. He suddenly groped her shoulders, snaking his fingers towards her chest with one hand while lightly grabbing a fistful of hair with the other.

"Don't make daddy wait...slut."

She started to move before she felt a sudden, violent hair pull then severe pain from her breast immediately after. He squeezed with brutal force causing a hoarse, agonizing scream. She reached back, expecting his member flaccid only to discover it erect.

"But...But he was always soft when-"

"You didn't talk for him. I asked you to simulate our prior sessions correctly and you disobeyed. The consequences for these undesirable actions will be severe indeed..."

She felt him squeeze both breasts even harder if that were possible, causing an even more pained scream. When his fingers violently pinched both nipples followed by brutal rubbing down below she snapped. This was going too far, even for him. With all the strength she could muster, driven by sheer rage, she shoved him away, pinned him down then bit his neck as a virus carrier would do while growling menacingly. If he wanted to see her true capability and potential, she'd more than happily put on a show; on all its bloody splendour.

Now it was his turn to scream but his sounded blood-curdling. She spit out a chunk of flesh as blood spewed from his recent wound, feeling him make an attempt at throwing her but she was too quick, leaping away. A primal, unrestrained gleam showed in both eyes, each one turning into a sickly green color, nearly resembling onyx stones. Saliva dripped from her mouth almost giving the impression she truly was a virus carrier. The only identifiable marks were her blackened veins and coloration of both eyes.

He started healing, growling now with rage of his own as he came to a shaky stance. His hand moved away from the wound, resting at a tense side as the once grave wound rapidly healed looking more like a minor scratch now.

"You're shaking...That isn't like you...bitch."

That voice didn't sound like hers whatsoever. She feared what he'd just unleashed. She feared her humanity was lost now.

After a brief moment he spoke, enraged beyond any reasonable doubt.

"Fucking cunt...The moment I have you in my grasp you shall tremble before me, wishing for death instead."

He rasped out his own low growl of a filthy reply, appearing before her in almost an instant, caught off guard by a low sweep kick. He attempted to grab yet instead, she dodged barely in time, throwing him off balance. She went to perform a kick but his reaction time surpassed hers. Too quick.

As soon as he grabbed her ankle, his other hand grabbed her opposite bicep while his knee rammed into her back, rendering Sacrene defenseless. Painfully he twisted her ankle while pressing down onto her back with such force, bones within both regions almost snapped apart. She let out cries, screams, pleas for him to stop. It all fell upon deaf ears. He held her in this awful position until she lost consciousness. For two hours and twenty three minutes she felt the worst misery in her life. She didn't care if tomorrow arrived or not. Death would have been better.