Captured

Chapter IV – What’s So f*****g Special

Amara’s POV

“Now pet, I expect you to follow these simple rules. If you do not comply with my rules, I will simply punish you. The more defiant you are pet, the worst your punishment,” he says as he delivers my punishment. Each slap on my rear is heavier and more painful than the last. I thought for sure by the 11th one his hand would be sore, but I was wrong.

The last one delivered is the most painful causing me to scream out in pain. My ass is on fire from the 20 spankings he gave me. Tears have blurred my vision as each one burns. He lets me off his knee and I can see the clear outline of his bulge. Sick f**k, I thought to myself. I attempt to sit on the bed, but I yelp standing up because it hurts to sit. “Lay on your stomach pet, I will be back,” he says. I comply because I’m exhausted from the punishment, he just gave me and honestly, I just want to rest.

I hear him come back, too exhausted to look up. I feel the bed dip as he sits down next to me. I hear him open a bottle and lather something in his hands. I wince in pain as I feel him rub something on my bare bottom. It stings for a few seconds and then the pain is no more. “Rest pet, you will have a long day tomorrow,” he whispers as he kisses the back of my head. I don’t fight it as tears stream down my face again. I lay there and wait for him to leave before letting sleep consume me again.

I wake up to voices near the room. 

“Xander will kill us if we do this Xavier,” another man says. 

“When you see this w***e, it’ll be worth it,” Xavier replies. 

“That little b***h turns Xander on me just for putting her in her place. You know what he always says, she will be punished. It's time for the little b***h to get her punishment,” Xavier says as he laughs. 

“What if he catches us?” a different man asks. 

“He won’t. He’s out on business. The longer you doubt this situation, the longer it takes us to get in there!” Xavier explains.

I hear the door start to unlock. I get up and run straight to the bathroom. I lock the door. 

“Oh pet, where are you?” I hear Xavier sing. 

“Nope, not under the bed,” he says as the other men chuckle. 

“How about we see behind door number 1,” he says as he tries to open the bathroom door. He jiggles the handle while banging on the door. 

“Pet! Open the door!” Xavier shouts.

I don’t hear anything for a few minutes, and I think it’s safe to go out. As I start to get up from where I was sitting, the door busts open. Xavier kicked the door down, instinctively I look away from the destruction he just did. 

“You’re wasting my f*****g time you w***e,” he says as he pulls me up by my hair, dragging me into the room. 

He throws me onto the bed where the other two men grab my hands and hold me down. I keep kicking and I try to flail my arms. The other two men are strong and have me pinned down tight. Xavier rips my tank top and underwear. The expression his face now holds says he’s enjoying the view of my naked body. I start screaming louder and begging for someone to help me. I hear a woman gasp at my situation and Xavier yells at the woman to leave us be. Xavier starts unbuttoning his pants as he tells them to hold me down no matter what. 

“I can see why you’re so special pet,” he says as he gets closer to me. I do the only thing I’m able to do at this point, I kick him in the balls. He groans loudly as I’ve hurt his precious jewels. I manage to get my hands free as I try to run out the door.

I’m taken aback when someone grabs my hair from behind. “You little b***h!” he yells as he yanks me down by the hair to the floor. He kicks my ribs a few times causing me to curl my body in a fetal position. The other two men pick me up and hold me up. Xavier backhands me and I lose balance. The men hold me up again as he backhands me again. “This will teach you, you little b***h!” he says as he hits me again.

He grabs my hair from the front and yanks me towards the bed again. This time he throws me so I’m bending over the edge. “I’m going to enjoy this, you piece of s**t,” as he yanks my hair back causing me to arch my back exposing my s*x to him. My vision is blurred from the tears and blood dripping down my face. I close my eyes as I wait for the inevitable to happen.

I hear a gun clock back. Gunshot 1. Shot 2. Shot 3. I try to open my eyes as Xavier’s once firm grip is now limp. His body falls over mine and I feel somebody sweep me up. Have I been rescued? I close my eyes and pray that this is the end.

I’m in a different room and I’m still unable to see who my savior is. I feel a nice warm cloth wipe my face. “That asshole did a number on you,” he says as he wipes my face. Xander I thought. I knew it was too good to be true. “I’m sorry,” he whispers as he holds my bruised body close to his. I’m not sure what’s happening but I welcome the comfort. I allow myself to rest my sore body against his chest.

My vision is starting to clear as he wiped the blood off my face. He hands me the washcloth and a bowl of warm water to continue cleaning myself up. He reaches for his phone, “The flower is withering, it needs time to heal,” he said to someone on the phone. “The stem is slightly broken, the petals are browning, and the pistil is still intact but everything else is completely bruised,” he spoke again assessing my face. Am I the flower? I asked myself.

He left the room for a few minutes, coming back with his fist clenched and a glass of water in the other hand. “Drink. It will ease the pain,” he says as he hands me two little white pills. “Drink them. The pain will be more unbearable tomorrow,” he says as he nudges his hand towards me again. Hesitantly I take the pills and drink them. “Now sleep,” he commands as he lays down next to me on the bed.

I don’t question it. I don’t question whose room I’m in. I have a feeling, deep down I already knew the answer to my questions. The pills start to affect me as I start drifting away and nothing, but peace engulfs my consciousness.