Velvet Scar

Punishment

Orion's POV

I drove home in full speed, going way above the speed limit. I was going to get a ticket for sure but I didn't care I just needed to get home to get rid of this itch in my hand. I will make sure that that little b***h knows her f*****g place!

I infuriatedly entered the garage and slammed my car door so forcefully that the glass vibrated. All the servants knew how bad my temper was so they didn't even come near me when I entered the neatly and well-decked house. Everything was to perfection here, nothing move an inch more than it should be. Everything in perfect rhythm and unison. 

I went in my room and washed my face. I looked at myself in the mirror and smirked. I'm sure he will be HAPPY to me. 

I took everything my favorite carving knife and my black leather whip. I flogged the around the air making the whoosh sound and I opened the secret door leading to the second basement, I don't want someone ransacking through my basement and reporting me to the police now but they all know not to mess with me. 

My feet was making a thud sound which echoed down the room as I was descending the stairs and I simpered knowing very well that he will try to hide himself while cowering in fear. I heard the rattling sound of the chain and I knew that he was trying to run away from me. I walked down more slowly antagonizing his wait even more. I can't wait to see his reaction when he see what I have in store for him.

I rubbed my palm together, the friction causing my hands to warm and I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. When I reached down he was looking like a rabbit caught in a headlight. His eyes big and wary. His lips quivering in fear. He dared not move or speak a word. He gulped when he saw the knife and whip in my hand. His old hand were straining against the chain, trying to pull his hands free. 

I always keep him in a leash like a dog so that he knows his place and regrets doing what he did to me. Six months I took him from his house and burnt his house to ashes. Everyone thinks he is dead so no one is going to search for him while he is in my captivity. I can rest assure that he is not going to get rescued.

This man who was supposed to be my father, who was supposed to protect me, had sold me to an old perverted man when I was ten to pay his gambling debt and before he used to beat me black and blue. My frail body at that time couldn't defend me and I took his beating until I was unconscious. 

~Memories~

But when he sold me to that man I was only ten. That man had undressed me completely and made me sit on his lap. I was as naked as the day I was born. I began wriggle to try to set myself free but he was stronger than me. He took my hand and put it in his pants and made me rub his p***s while he sucked on my n*****s. He ruined my innocence. 

When I tried to remove my hands from his pant he slapped me across my face, so hard that I could see stars forming around me. My eyes teared up but I refused to cry in front of this pedophile. He yanked me up and by that time he had already removed his pants and boxer. He grabbed the back of my head and pushed my face in his d**k.

" Open your mouth and take it in." he said 

I tried to push him away but I couldn't. He said that if I tried to move again he will punish me so I did as he said and I took him in my mouth and I heard him groaned. He grabbed my head and pulled me closer to him until I could his c**k at the base of my throat. I gagged and I couldn't breathe and just when I thought I would passed out he pulled out. He did this for a few times and then jerked out his c*m in my face. By that time I was crying, begging him to stop because it was hurting me but he never listened to me.

"Listen here little boy, I paid a few good gram for you so stop resisting me you understand."

He made me lay on my stomach and lift my butts up. I don't what was happening but I knew it was going to be worst than a blowjob. He came behind me and knelt down. With his hand he spread my butt cheeks ,he pressed his thumb on my butt hole and then I felt a warm liquid trickle down my ass but I couldn't move away then I felt something poke my hole. And with a piercing pain he entered he, I cried out but no one came to rescue me. I couldn't sleep at all, my whole body was sore and bruised. I endured his atrocity for two years. I realized at that time that I have no one. If I'm good its not going to hurt too badly, so I did my best to please him and when I realized that I can be freed if he died, then I killed him and ran away from that purgatory. 

~Reality~

I looked at him in disgust. He was the cause of all my miseries. He ruined my innocence and turned me into some screwed up monster.  I reached across and slapped him hard. So hard that the whole room echoed the sound.  I untied him and dragged him to the pole and bind him there. I gagged his mouth so that he does not make a noise. I took my knife and ran it across his dirty skin and watched his face turn into a tortured horrendous expression. I ran my knife across his back making linear lines and then I took my whip and flogged it around those lines, watching the blood gush out of injuries. Hot and warm. I whipped him until he lost consciousness.

I untied him and dragged him to his usual place and cleaned his wounds. I have to make sure that he is still alive till I'm bored playing with him. I treated his injuries and kept a piece of bread and water for him.

I went back in my room, took a bath and then went to sleep but as usual I woke up with a jolt because of the nightmares. They seem so realistic. I went to work out and spend the rest of the night thinking how I will make Zelda fall for me and punish her for pushing me away.