Chapter 3

I broke out of my endless stare when I heard the cell gate open. He did say he would have returned today. I told myself as I listened to him closing it behind him.

He walked into the room bringing his eternal handsomeness with his stride of dignity and pride. Oh God, this man could be a road side beggar for god sakes and still be god damning sexy.

I watched him with upmost awe and stared at his perfectly sculptured body. It was amazing. The way he dressed too today. He went somewhere, There's no doubt, he smells like oil and wood. A factory? He's an entrepeanor after all, he goes all around the country buying and selling and earning profits.

"Good morning" He said walking to the couch before turning to me. I watched as he gave a flashy grin as soon as his eyes leveled with mines. I loved the way he dressed, be it work or not, the way his pants was worn at his hips and not his waist was an instant turn on due to the fact that he was a well built man with every muscle and every shape inclined perfectly where it should be. He wore a white shirt that was quite the cockblock. Why not shirtless? My mind ask however I quieted her with sigh.

"Good morning" I replied. I was right behind the bed column holding on to it as I peeked out staring at him.

"Come here, I'd like to see you" He said in a soft voice. I was scared. If the routine was right, he should be torturing me, but there was no need for that. His presence alone was overwhelming.

I stepped from behind the column a little shaky on the legs but made my way in front of him which was pretty much the centre of the room.

"A little closer" He said, his lips curving upwards.

I took a step closer. Oh god….if I come any closer I might bump into him. I stared down on my toes and realized they were only inches from his shoes. I felt my inside curl. From the moment he left last night I've wanted to see him and now…now…I feel like I would curl onto his chest and wrap my hands around his neck and hold him close.

"Raise your head when you approach me" He said in that silky tone that could make death seem graceful, "It's disrespectful not to face your masters with respect"

I slowly lifted my head and stared him.

"Beautiful" He said before leaning forward, "Now….remember where you stand and to raise your head. Every time I return, this is how it should be" He said rising up. My nose gently brushed his chest and now looking at him, turned into looking up at him.

"Sanelle…Collonae"he said. A sexy aura lacing around my name. I liked it. The way it sounded on his lips, It caused a strange but lovely feeling inside my stomach.

I inhaled.

"I wish I could hear your voice again, at least answer me" He said. I felt his finger going through my hair taking a strand before twirling his finger through it.

"Yes…" He stared, waiting for me to complete the sentence, "…master"

"Yes?"

"Huh?"

"You called"

I frowned, "Are you playing with me?"

He grinned, "No, but would you like to?"

I stared at him.

"I love playing games Mrs. Collonae" I blushed, "Especially when my opponents can follow the rules." His gaze grew dark as he stared into my eyes causing me to be glued on the spot completely helpless. I cleared my throat and looked away.

"Do you know what The Rack is?"

I shook my head.

"Answer me" He said frowning

"No master"

He smiled, "Well then, let us find out" He said staring ahead of me to the room where all the scary looking equipments were.

"Do you mind passing the gloves in the drawer and a thick strip of cloth".

"Yes master" I went for it and walked back to him placing them in his hands. When I went to the drawer I realized a few more things inside. Neatly packed inside were his gloves and a hump of strips of clothes, a thick leather belt, ointments and etc

I turned around and walked to the room and stopped in the centre. I had no idea what a rack was, worse what I was to do next. The equipments sent fear up my back but not as much as the thrill to wonder what it would feel like. I couldn't help the excitement that was pouring through my veins just to feel a pinch of pain inside me.

He walked to the corner pulling out one of the biggest equipments in the room. That was the rack.

It was a board looking thing with two bigger boards at the end that had shackles on them that seemed like they could pull along the length of the board. I was small compared to the equipment.

"Lie down"

I did as told. Lying on the board as I felt him pulling my hand to the shackles. I never once missed his ear to ear grin that was plastered over his face the entire time. Before I knew it my limbs were tied to the top and my feet's were strapped to the bottom.

"This sight suits you" I heard him say. I looked at him and watched as he folded the strip of cloth in two. He raised my head and placed it over my eyes. At first I pulled away but then after witnessing what I did I remained still and allowed him to try and place it on for the second time.

"Never do that again" I heard him say as he got up.

Fear ran through me. He sounds upset.

I heard his breathing grew rigid and then I felt his hand at my pelvic area. "This dress suits you lovely"

I remained quiet. I could never understand that. Even though it was a floral knee length dress. The chest to hip hung closely to my skin and now I was positive that every single part of me was being showed through the dress. The fear of having my eyes covered was beginning to get to me and my body reacted negatively to it by beginning to sweat and that caused the clothes to stick to my skin. More over the back room in the cellar was hot.

His fingers ran up and down my tummy and then to my underarm. Cracking smiles was never my thing but the sensation caused me to smile. The striding fingers were tickling my skin especially right there since it's so sensitive. I felt him smile, yes, for some reason I felt like I've known this man for quite too long, I realized that only a few of his reactions were predictable, like his smiles or his comments. He tends to smile when I do something he wasn't expecting, but becomes upset when I do something expected or normal. I felt his hand run up the length of my arm and then all the way down. It went below my breast and then across again stopping in the centre and up my cleavage making me shiver.

Never had a man touch me like this before.

Suddenly his finger pulled away.

"No….Master?" The words slipped out and I never wanted it to stop.

"No Sanelle, I rather have you feeling pain than pleasure"

I frowned.

I heard his footsteps move to the foot of the equipment. "I'm going to begin now" He said, amusement lacing through his words as I felt my anxiety grow too.

He began turning something and I felt my body being pulled. It was normal until, I realized my hands were attached to the top. I felt my legs continuing to be pulled and that's when I realized…..what this was for

I was being stretched

Dear god I began feeling the muscles in my stomach beginning to contract.

"Nahh~" I turned my head to the side. It hurts.

He continued turning the lever causing the base of the sliding wood to go down more causing my body to be pulled. My legs began hurting as I felt them being pulled. The pain moved to my groin where i felt the muscle in my thighs pulling more. The pain was excruciating.

"Come on now Sanelle don't keep those sounds to yourself"

I listened as he chuckled. I screamed when I felt him pull it down more causing me to literally feel the muscles stretching in my stomach.

"Gahh!" it was a ripping pain that seemed to have taken a load on my body causing every muscle in me to start feeling pain. He continued pulling, and that's when, I began screaming.

I felt the cloth over my eyes beginning to get wet. I could hear high pitched screams pouring through my lips and pants of trying to catch my breath over and over again. I could hardly comprehend on whether or not my limbs where ripped off already or not.

I could tell him to stop. This entire thing was new to me, yet, the pain, the fear….it all felt so wonderful. The pain would hurt, yes, but deep inside I was being pleasured. Pleasured by my own screams, my own pain, pleasured by what he was doing. Yes more, it felt horrible, but it felt good. This fortifying pain was giving me unbelievable pleasure.

"Ah~" I turned my head to the side and tried to ease myself of the horrible pain in my hands and legs. Its painful, but I don't mind.

I felt him lean over closer to me and from the foot of the equipment.

"That sounded more like a moan instead of a scream of pain Miss Collonae"

I bit my bottom lip. Why am I feeling fear.

"I thought I've made it quite clear that I rather have you feel pain that pleasure" He said pressing down on my stomach causing the stretched muscles to ache.

"Ah!" I bit my lip feverishly I could have sworn my heart was under the surface of my skin. My breathing was rough and at the moment inhaling was becoming a problem.

"Yes….just like that, keep screaming just like that….if you're feeling pleasure…tell me"

"Y-yes master" It took so much to speak. I felt his hand move over my head and began pulling. Now I felt like I was beginning to tear

I then felt an excruciating pain in my hip. I screamed as soon as I felt like my muscle was ripped apart. Before I knew it I was choking

Choking on what?

I felt the warm liquid running down my lip, a lot of it. It wasn't vomit….It was something else. It came up spreading over my chest and running down my skin.

"Oh…" I heard him say. He then moved away from the equipment leaving me there.

I laid there for a while dazed by my comprehension.

Had he grown bored?

Had he thought I'd died?

Is he gone forever?

Has he left me here to die?

I felt something wet on my lips whipped it away before moving to my chest. I felt him wiping me and then remove the cloth over my eyes. Almost like they were waiting. The tears rolled down my cheeks and to the surface of the board I laid on and I looked at him.

My view was so blurry. I felt his hand go over my eyes and wipe away the tears, "Am I really worthy of such a beautiful expression" He said with a smile.

I was crying. My eyes were running water I knew my nose was probably pink and so were my cheeks and my lips slightly swollen, but this man was truly sadistic, after almost ripping me in too due to the fact that i didn't die he seems surprisingly, Disappointed.

He undid the shackles and lifted me off the rack if that's what its called, and held me.

"My hip" I squeaked, yes, carrying me wedding style wasn't going to cut it my hip was on fire bending or walking was out of the option.

"I know, however I don't want you to feel more pain, yet"

I looked at him

Slowly he pulled me up to him locking my legs around him. I was literally in a sitting up position as I felt him holding me. His hand was on my rear though with one on the arch of my back. I felt weak as he carried me out that room and into the front room to lay me on the bed. I felt him lean over my body kissing the mattress and then he undid my legs around him. He was leaning up when he realized my hands were still laced around his neck.

"Miss Collonae….you must release me"

"Master, please…..i can't let go"

He stared at me smiling.

"That was a complete sentence" I said softly trying to smile, so far, I only maintained a straight face.

I felt him place his hands on mines and leaned over

"Sleep"

Suddenly my lids grew heavy and I heard him raise off the bed. The sadness welled inside and the last thing I heard was the cell gate being closed and locked.