Selena didn't know if it was her shivering in the cold dark or the sound of heavy, rusted hinges swinging open that awoke her. She lifted her head from her fallen place. "Who is there?" Her voice was drowsy.
"Your Master," Cayden switched on a small light switch, turning on a dim light hanging from the ceiling just inches from Selena's chained wrists. He remarked in a severe voice. The air ducts above them hummed gently as the light turned on.
Selena's eyes closed in agony from the light. When she heard Cayden step in front of her, she jerked groggily, letting her head sag, and slowly opened her eyes.
"If you're here to question me, I'm not going to utter a word." When she heard Cayden step in front of her, she jerked groggily, letting her head sag and slowly opening her eyes.
"I am not here to interrogate you. I am here to punish you."
He took the bottle he was carrying and opened it. He placed it next to her mouth, and she hesitantly took a sip before greedily downing it till it was streaming down her throat and into the corners of her mouth. He eventually took it away.
"Now let's start."
Her breathing increased at that. "Start what?"
Cayden folded his arms while glaring fiercely at her.
"Why, of course, to administer your punishment?"
His voice cut through her like a knife. She scanned him with her eyes to spot a torture tool, but she was unsuccessful. Perhaps he kept clubs or whips inside.
"You are a monster!" She exploded.
He tensed up more. "I would be careful what you say," he muttered.
"Why? What could you possibly do to me that would be worse? I have nothing to lose. I do not doubt that this will cause my death."
"I could make it worse." He smirked.
She was once more exhaling laboriously as she looked up at him. He was close enough for her to smell his fresh skin and see the golden glimmers in his green eyes, but she couldn't rip them out. She took a step back with a tightened jaw. He could tell that she wanted to fight. Even though she was chained, her posture made that clear. He delighted in stirring her up. He also knew a more enjoyable way to punish her. His heated and resolute gaze dipped to her heaving chest.
Her stomach slowly burned. She noticed the focus of his eyes and questioned, "What?"
"You are injured and are filthy."
"Why do you care? Just get it done; don't waste your time or mine."
At that, he gritted his teeth. "Because I decide what happens. And I say your state is unacceptable."
"You know that you're a sick fuck, right?" She said defiantly, the small flame of bravery inside of her growing. "I can't wait to see your destruction."
"You know what I do to pitiful little sluts like you who attempt to run? I tie them up in the restroom in the barracks so that my guys can use them."
Selena's eyes followed Cayden closely as she listened fearfully to every threat he made. She wondered what the psychopath in front of her would do if she pushed him too far. She appeared so alluring, but his cruel vengeance tempered the flame in his soul. He would subject her to severe suffering. He soaked the rag previously kept on the table and started wiping her face. She initially resisted, but the pain from resisting made her stop moving. He tenderly removed the grime and dirt. Surprised by his gentleness. She let out a small sigh of relief, feeling at least clean. He trailed his fingers over her jaw, down her neck, and across her brow as she dared to stare into his eyes.
His hands caressed her skin. They were comforting and calming, as well as oddly sexy. She closed her eyes, enjoying it.
No! She yelled at her body, "He is nothing but a monster!" She gave him a shocked look as her face grew more rigid.
She fought against his touch as she battled passion and anger. He worked his way around her arms, over her shoulders, and down her neck. She gripped her hands tightly, perhaps in protest at his contact or to suppress the emotions he had stirred. She was struggling to maintain her sanity and resist feeling seduced by his behaviour. She clung to his identity, her experiences with him, and the certainty that he would eventually kill her.
Cayden was engaged in his conflict with the desires she so easily stoked. She was biting her lip and breathing more deeply, which made her exquisite chest beat faster. She responded to him in such a natural and erotic way. He could see her brow furrowing and her fists clenching and opening, and he knew she was doing everything in her power to fight off the emotions he sparked. He made a gentle pass over her breasts. The moment he touched her, her nipples stiffened, almost as though they were grateful.
He was drawn to her by her juicy, puckered breast, which begged him to suck it into his mouth. As he became more vicious, he realized he was torturing himself just as much as her. He swathed the breast once more, content to feel her gently slip into his grasp. He turned to face her once more. Her closed eyes and relaxed expression clarified that she was aroused. As she tried to combat the invasive emotions, her resolve fluctuated back and forth.
After lowering himself to her waist, he cautiously reached around her hips to swipe over one buttock, then another, before going on to the other. His enjoyment grew as he observed her body respond to his touch.
He was crouching in front of her and found himself drawn to look at the point between her thighs. He was close enough to smell her perfume. He bowed his head in a trance, brushing his lips on it. But when he gazed at her, she shifted uncomfortably. She looked down when she felt his hand remaining on her stomach and saw that he was staring at her mound. He retreated with a tiny shake of his head when she moved her weight, then resumed stroking her skin with the hot, wet towel. Selena was ablaze from her very core to her hot skin. She stopped resisting his touch and watched as his hands moved down to her knees while moving over her hips, around her sides, and curving to her inner thighs. He cleaned her right foot completely by lifting it. After setting it down, he moved to the back of her leg and vigorously massaged her calf. He continued the painful treatment while focusing on the other leg.
When he was finally done, he took a step back from her and observed how excited she was. His touches had the desired impact, as evidenced by everything from her breathing to her gaze, the flush of her skin, and the clenching and shifting of her thighs.
He saw her watch him with hunger and caution mixed in her gaze. She wanted to be angry with herself for wanting him, but she could not suppress her thoughts. In her eyes, he could sense the struggle. He desired her complete submission to him.
He said, "Selena," as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt.
"Do you feel sufficiently clean, Little Girl?" Cayden questioned.
"Y-y-yes..." Selena sobbed because she could not meet his eyes.
Smiling softly, Cayden walked behind her.
"However, your punishment is far from over."
Selena jerked in her bonds, trembling. She was unsure of how much longer her trembling body could endure.
"What will you be doing to me?" She whimpered.
"Oh, just a little of this." He whacked her mound with his hand. He added another enraged slap to her breast after pausing for a second. "A bit of that. We're going to play all night long."