I listened to the sounds of metal rubbing together, a padlock coming undone, and his sigh of happiness when he was done.
“This will hurt for a moment, but I want you to lose yourself in the euphoria of what it should feel like, Faith. The pain will subside soon enough and when you’re numb to it, you’ll come to appreciate the craftsmanship of this item,” he said, as the bed creaked underneath him.
“Daniel?” I asked shakily.
“Yes, Faith?”
“What is it?”
He grunted angrily as his steps quickened across the carpeted floor toward me. A hard punch suddenly landed against my mouth sending me tumbling to the floor.
A sob escaped me as I brought my hands up instinctively, the bitter taste of blood playing on my lips and tongue.
“Stop fucking asking me questions. You’ll do as you’re fucking told without speaking out of turn,” he said through gritted teeth as he stood above me. “Now, get on your goddamn feet and go stand by the bed.”
I took deep shuddery breaths as I scrambled to my knees. I wouldn’t be able to gain my footing anytime soon after that hit, so I’d just have to crawl and it would have to do.
“Stay just like that,” he said, as I reached the bed and put my hands on it to pull myself up. “I want you to put your hands down and stick your ass out, Faith.”
I slowly let go of the bed and arched my back. I didn’t know what was going to come of this, but I was sick of the guessing game and it was even more painfully obvious that I wasn’t allowed to ask questions.
In a matter of moments, his hands were on my hips, gripping them tightly. He used one hand to pull down the ragged slip of a skirt he had placed on me when I became See No Evil, then used his fingers to move my panties aside and slide his thumb inside of me.
“Disappointing,” he said, softly, pulling his thumb back out.
What had I done now to disappoint him? Perhaps it was because being punched in the face had rendered me drier than the Sahara Desert?
“There’s going to be an irony in this I hadn’t hoped for,” he said as he fixed the contraption into place.
A few moments later I felt a heavy weight being applied around my waist. Daniel used the tips of his fingers to graze my bare flesh as he securely held it against me while using his other hand to push the rest of it into place.
“Fuck!” I cried out in pain.
As he closed the device around me, dull spikes pushed into my flesh against my pelvic bone, clamping firmly around my ass causing me to flinch.
“Almost done, Faith,” he said, quietly, as he used an elbow to pry my legs further apart.
Once he was satisfied with the amount of pressure that was being placed against me he snapped the padlock into place.
“On your feet now, love,” he said, reaching down and wrapping his arms around me.
“I can’t!” I breathed falling against him. It was too much weight, too much pressure, and way too much pain to handle so suddenly.
He gave me a shove onto the bed, then let out a soft laugh. Daniel climbed onto the bed behind me and dragged me up to the headboard, resting me against his body. Gently, he started to stroke the top of my head before he spoke.
“It wasn’t this easy for the others, Faith. I didn’t speak to the one that could hear me, and I stayed out of sight for the one that could see me. I played mind games with them before I took them to the guest house. It was more meaningful to me that way because they already feared me by the time the end came. But you? You’re different—special even—and I want to make this as easy as I can on you. But you have to learn to stop questioning me. I can’t let you do that because it will disrupt the established order we have here.”
I turned my face to the left and rested my cheek against his chest. My breath was deep and labored and I knew it would take a few days to get used to this fucking thing squeezing against me.
Daniel cleared his throat but said nothing else. Instead, he wrapped his arms around me and held me held me tightly against him as the heat of the sun slowly dwindled and I fell asleep.
Chapter Six
The next morning I was awoken by what felt like dull pricks. I decided in that moment that I would go out and get a new mattress today since mine was obviously trying to kill me. Perhaps the coils had finally broken through it was ten years old, after all.
I moaned slightly and tried to roll slowly onto my side. What the hell? Something seemed to be weighing me down, so I lazily reached down to see if I could figure out what it was.
My hand rested on something thick and made of metal, causing me to attempt to open my eyes. I was consumed by darkness. I couldn’t see anything and it scared the shit out of me.
“What’s going on?” I shouted in a trembling voice. Had I gone blind? How did this metal get on me?
“What?” a groggy voice behind me asked. “Jesus Christ, Faith. Go back to sleep.”
Faith?
A strong pair of hands pulled me back onto my back and I realized that I had been lying on someone in my sleep. The metal wasn’t the mattress, so what was it?
“Who are you?” I asked, trying to pull away.
“Go back to sleep,” the voice barked again.
Where am I? Why can’t I see?
My mind and heart were in a race against each other, and I was pretty sure that if I didn’t find a way to calm down, that I’d end up either having a stroke or a heart attack.
“My name isn’t Faith, it’s Ione,” I said nervously.
A loud sigh came from the voice behind me. “Are we really going to do this again? Did you have a nightmare? You really haven’t forgotten who I am, have you? Or who you are, for that matter? Your name is Faith, I’m Daniel, and you’re here for deliverance. Now go back to sleep like a good girl; I’m too tired to deal with this bullshit today.”
That was the most brutal truth that someone could have told me. To know that the nightmare I thought had been plaguing my sleep was actually the hellacious reality I was living in.
But the more I tried to open my eyes, the more I tried to shift my body against him and I knew what he said wasn’t a lie. I wasn’t Ione anymore. I hadn’t been for a long time, and I probably never would be again.
I would die with a different name—a different identity—lost to a memory that no one would remember. Not even Daniel. He would forget about me in time once he had fulfilled what it was he set out to do. There would be no one to mourn me.
Even knowing all of that, I still couldn’t find it in myself for self-pity. It just wasn’t who I was. I also refused to resign myself to the fact that this man was strong enough to keep me here alone. There had to be something more to him than he was letting on and before the end, I would do my best to find out.
When it came down to it—to my last moments—it wouldn’t matter the amount of questions I asked. The only thing that would matter to me would be his answers. And he will answer me.
The way he held me against him now as his breathing steadied was almost protective. It was odd how it felt, like he wanted to make sure that nothing in the world would be able to harm me.
Except for him.
What scared me the most was that I was afraid that I would love him in the end. There were times when the thoughts of his beautifully damaged mind would fill me in that room, and I would feel like a school girl with a crush. But much like any normal school girl, I kept it secret from the others. Not like any of them would be able to communicate it to him, but I never did know when he was in that fucking room with us.
Daniel was smart in weighting me down. It was damn near impossible to move with whatever he had fixed on me holding me so tightly together. Eventually he would tell me what it was. But for now I would have to lie here in the darkness, the sound of his steady breathing being the only thing keeping me company.
Maybe today would be a “day off” from what he had in store for me. He said it himself that he was too tired for bullshit today. There couldn’t be a bigger lo
ad of bullshit than what he was putting me through.
My body stiffened slightly as he shifted underneath me. I waited until I was damn sure that he was still asleep, before I moved my hands down my body again. Whatever it was that he had harnessed me into only went as high as my waist.
Okay, so that gives me some kind of clue right there.
I let my fingers extend down without moving my arm too much because I didn’t want to rouse him from his sleep. I remember him snapping on a padlock, but I couldn’t find the damn thing.
Curiously, I raised an eyebrow when I felt around the metal and realized it was some sort of archaic underwear.
A chastity belt? Is that what he put on me? But why?
I couldn’t ever remember reading about a chastity belt that had been fitted with pressure spikes, but then again, I had never heard of a man being a deliver of lost souls either.
Not in real life, anyway.
I sighed. I knew that the last thing I should wish would be for Daniel to wake up, but I wanted to get today’s hell over with. I wanted to get this entire thing over with. Maybe if I could find some way to fuck up his plan, he wouldn’t extend this for however long he prepared to and would just kill me.
The only flaw in my plan was that he always kept his intentions secret until the last possible moment. I put a hand to my forehead, brushing the tips of my fingers over the dirty, ragged cloth he had used to blind me. It terrified me to know that it was a part of me now, but what would terrify me the most would be when the devil that held me so closely against him right now, would wake up and hell would begin to burn all around me again.
Chapter Seven
Seconds turned into minutes. Minutes gave way to hours. The sun was shining bright in the sky; I knew it because I could feel the warmth of it on my skin.
And that was when the devil woke up. It was almost as if the heat of the rays pouring into the room reminded him that Hell had crawled out from beneath the earth, and it was time to punish those that deserved it.
“Good morning,” he said in a soft, groggy tone as he ran a hand up and down my waist. Along with the shitty skirt he had put me in, he had afforded me some kind of lace top that never really closed unless I held it that way. Of course, in order to be modest, I would have to be able to see when others were around me and since I couldn’t, I didn’t really care anymore.
“Is it still morning?” I asked, turning my face up toward him.
“I would assume so,” he replied with a throaty chuckle. Daniel cleared his throat before shifting his way out from beneath me. I moved to the right as much as I could to allow him his way out, then rested on my back once he was free of me.
“When was the last time you had something eat, Faith?” he asked, his voice moving away from the bed.
“Two days ago? I think?” I responded. Truth be told I hadn’t been hungry lately, so even if he had placed food in the room for me, I wouldn’t have cared about it.
“Makes sense,” he said, opening a drawer in the room.
Of course it does. Now that he was awake, I wished he would go back to sleep, but he seemed to be busying himself at the moment, so I knew it wouldn’t happen.
“I’ll be back in a moment, Faith,” he said, his footsteps retreating from the room.
Ione, I corrected with a single, bitter thought. I didn’t know where Daniel had wandered off to until I heard a faucet no further than a door down. He was humming to himself now, but it wasn’t a tune I recognized or cared to know.
With a sigh, I tried to turn onto my side but was held firmly in place by the chastity belt. I didn’t understand why it was so heavy, other than the fact that it was another medieval find of his as he had implicated.
The sound torrent of the water spilling from the faucet was cut off, pulling me out of my lonesome thoughts. I could hear Daniel’s humming growing closer as he entered the room again.
“Morning breath. Sorry about that,” he explained with a laugh.
Daniel sat on the edge of the bed, on the side I was facing, and helped me to a sitting position.
“Open your mouth, Faith,” he said softly.
I bit my lip. I desperately wanted to tell him that I wasn’t in the mood to have his dick crammed down my throat again, but the last time I had spoken out of line, he ended up punching me in the face and strapping this thing onto my body.
I took a steadying breath and slowly parted my lips. Daniel sighed in exasperation at my slow movements, but he waited until my mouth had opened slightly before he slid a toothbrush into my mouth. I relaxed quite a bit at the notion of what he was doing and opened my mouth wider. I sat there patiently until he told me to lean down and spit into a cup he was holding for me. He had to guide my face toward it, but it worked out.
“Here; wash it out,” he then said, handing me another cup. I put it to my lips and used the water to swish a few times before he took the cup and held the other underneath my face again. Once I was done—once Daniel was satisfied with the cleanliness of my mouth—he used a small hand towel to wipe my face.
“Much better, isn’t it?” he asked cheerfully.
“Yes. Thank you,” I replied softly.
“You’re welcome. Now, I know you said that haven’t eaten in a couple days. I thought we could do something to satiate any appetite you may have today,” he said moving off of the bed. “Would you like that?”
I was hesitant in my answer. Daniel didn’t strike me as the breakfast-in-bed type of person, so answering this wasn’t going to result in an actual meal.
“Faith?” he prodded as he busied himself with the drawer again.
“Yes, please,” I relented, quietly.
“God, you’re such a good girl,” he replied with a soft sigh. “I like you so much better when you’re like this. It makes things easier. You’ll be like this from now on won’t you?”
I swallowed the lump in my throat as he came back toward the bed, sitting on the edge again. A nod was the only answer I could give him. I was all out of words for the moment.
“What we’re going to do now may seem a bit unusual to you, but I promise that once you get used to it, you’ll enjoy it,” he said conversationally. “I promise I’ll do my very best not to make it hurt.”
I nodded again, this time in thanks. Daniel had never promised that before and it made my body start to tremble in fear and anticipation.
I felt his hands on my knees as he spread my legs apart. Daniel ran his hand gently on the inside of my thighs for a moment, letting it linger on the opening of the chastity belt before I heard the sound of a box being opened. There was a small clicking sound as he pulled the lid open which lead me to believe that it wasn’t a box at all. Perhaps it was a small chest of some sort that held horrors as yet unknown to me.
Next, I heard the sound of something popping open. A bottle maybe? I was desperately trying hard to use my sense of hearing as much as possible in this moment, because he had already set my sense of feeling on fire when he touched my thighs.
“I can already smell you, and you smell divine,” he said softly moving further down the bed. “Is this what a simple touch can do to you, Faith? Or is that it’s my touch that has you so ready to be desecrated?”
I sucked in a breath as his hands went back to my thighs. The gentle movement of his gliding fingertips moving slowly up and down was enough to make me stupidly reach out for him.
I couldn’t remember the last time I had a man’s hands on me, and I knew that my clumsy grab for him told him as much. I quickly remembered my plight when he swatted my hand away and laughed.
“I haven’t allowed you to touch me yet. What makes you think this will be any different?” he asked.
“I’m sorry.”
I decided to get the apology out of the way before he just went ahead and forced it out of me again.
“You know, Faith, I will say that it’s made me hard as a fucking rock that you seem to want me as badly as you do. Not exactly a clever move though. Take ca
re that it doesn’t happen again,” he said with a chuckle.
I heard the unmistakable sound of some kind of liquid being poured onto something before the bottle top popped closed again.
“Spread your legs a little further for me, Faith,” he said quietly.
My gut instinct was telling me to snap them closed tightly, but my common sense was telling me that he’d probably set the bed on fire with me on it if I did. I let out my breath in quick huffs, put my hands on my knees, and forced my legs further apart.
“I’m not quite sure this will fit,” he said more to himself than me, “but we’ll give it a try anyway and see what happens.”
And that’s when I felt it; a metal rod of sorts covered in lube being pushed slowly inside of me, after some maneuvering to get it past the serrated opening of the chastity belt.
“Fuck!” I shouted out as he began to move it in and out of me rapidly. I gritted my teeth at the sensation. I hated that it was making me so wet, and I hated that he had lied when he said he wouldn’t hurt me. I should have known better than to take him at his word.
The rod moved quickly, deeper in me than any man had ever gone before and he showed no signs of slowing down. Daniel moved on the bed toward me, his lips inches away from mine again as I grunted in exquisite pain at how he continued to force it further into me.
“Daniel,” I whimpered, instinctively putting my hands on his chest, trying to push him away. At least it was what I wanted to do, instead I ended up balling his shirt into my fists and trying to pull him closer.
“Let go,” he commanded softly, before he bit my lower lip. He didn’t let go right away; he hung there for a moment, digging his teeth in and drawing blood like an animal before I finally let go.
My hands reached back and gripped the top of the headboard as he pushed the rod deeper into me still. I wasn’t exactly sure where exactly he thought he could go with it, but it stopped as quickly as it started.
I heard the sound of him getting quickly undressed, then sitting on the bed putting his legs on either side of me.
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