Scars: Book One by Sinden West Read Free Book Online

deserve. I gave you
the benefit of the doubt, but now I see that you need a firm hand. Am I right?”
    I
didn’t answer, breathing heavily and heart beating so loud it nearly drowned
out his voice. He didn’t expect one anyway. With speed, I was pushed face down
onto the couch, and my hands pulled behind my back. I felt the familiar cable
ties draw tightly around my wrists. Then I was pulled up, causing my arms to
stretch painfully in the unnatural position. A whimper escaped me, and then I
firmly shut my mouth. I wouldn’t appear weak any longer. I wouldn’t give him
the satisfaction. 
    I
tried to prepare myself mentally for what would come next as he pulled me along
until we were outside, and the cool air hit my naked skin. He spoke not a word;
his actions calm like what he did evoked no feeling within him. I tried to
steel myself at the thought of the noose back around my neck as we headed to
the barn. But when we went inside, he led me instead to one of the posts that
held up the structure. Something cut through the cable ties, releasing my hands
from their painful position. But just as quickly they were pulled in front of
me on either side of the post, and I was pulled tight against it. Splinters
from the rough wood pressed into my breasts, and I was held tight, my hands
were bound on the other side. Then he stood behind me. That was even worse, not
being able to see what he was doing. I jumped in fear as I felt his warm hands
start to rub against my ass. I shook my head from side to side but kept silent.
The hands kept rubbing, but delved to no other areas other than my ass cheeks.
    I
jumped again when he started to speak, his smooth voice floating behind me in
this surreal-like situation. “There’s no shame in screaming, Rachel. The beauty
of being as isolated as we are out here is that no one can hear you. So you can
scream all you like. I won’t punish you anymore for it.” The rubbing on my ass
stopped, and his hands moved away. “You’re lucky. My old man use to punish me
something fierce for screaming when he did this to me. But I got rescued in the
end. I don’t think anyone will be rescuing you.”
    I
heard a whoosh noise before something hard slammed into my ass. Fire raged
through me, and I barely recognized the scream that tore out. I managed to take
a breath before he hit me once more. My scream was even louder this time, and
it barely ceased before another was ripped from me. I screamed for each one until
he was finished. My ass and throat were both raw, and all I could do was hug
against the post and whimper as tears streamed down my face. I sensed him move
in front of me, but I couldn’t lift my head to look. My hands were loosened slightly,
allowing me to sink to the bottom of the pole in exhaustion and numbness,
except for the fire wreaking havoc on my bottom of course. I knelt there,
trying to position myself in the best way to reduce any added pain. I passed
out eventually though. It was bliss.
    I
woke up in the bedroom he’d imprisoned me in. I lay on my stomach in the bed,
consciousness had let the pain back in, and I let out a gasp. Then I felt his
hands rub gently in circular motions against my bottom, and I hissed in both
pain and surprise. I hadn’t known he was there.
    “Shh.
This cream will make it feel better.”
    I
stayed silent, mortified and humiliated at being touched like this by him. I
barely dared breathe as he continued his work.
    “I
didn’t break the skin. I was careful. Canes can be horrific things if you let
them.” His voice was calm, like he was talking about the weather instead of my
torture. I took a shaky breath.
    “It
felt horrific enough to me,” I dared to say, nervously awaiting his answer.
    “I
know, but it was necessary.” His hands continued to rub the cream in. I bit my
lip before deciding to speak again.
    “I
don’t deserve this. I’m not her.” I sunk my teeth into my lip again to stop my
shaking. He stayed silent for such a long while