Chapter 81


    81 Bloody Hell


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    Aurora POV


    The ck room.


    The name itself makes me involuntarily shiver as Stephen, the sperm donor traitor, drags me behind


    him in an iron grip. As much as I try to struggle against him, the restraints binding my arms behind my


    back make it significantly harder to fight him.


    He takes me down the flight of cement stairs that were behind a thick metal door, like a safe. The dark


    amber lighting against the pale grey cement gives stark contrast and as we reach the bottom, a stench


    like rotten eggs and cow feet permeates my nose making me gag. I will neverin about smelling


    Brussels sprouts again.


    Stephen drags me through arge hallway. We pass by severalrge red oak doors with equallyrge


    and heavy–looking metaltches. We pass by a few hallways that probably lead to


    more rooms. This ce is abyrinth. I try to focus on the path that Stephen is taking. But I lose my


    focus when I hear the rustling of chains echoing in the corridors. You can hear faint feminine screaming


    like a high–pitched whistle. My heartbeat quickens at the thought of what is in store for me.


    Before I know it, wee to the end of thest hallway. The door in front of us is the only one in this


    alcove. A heavy door with an advanced metal locking system and you guessed it, colored ck.


    Stephen, without letting go of my arm, goes to a control panel on the side of the wall and like a James


    Bond movie, some high–tech paneles out. He puts his palm on the scanner and then does a


    retinal scan before the panel disappears into the wall.


    I can’t help but gawk and my smart mouth just opens: “What are we entering? Narnia? Fort Knox? Area


    51? Oh, I know! Opera’s secretir?” Stephen gives me a sideways nce and an eye roll as the locks


    click open and the door swings toward us.


    “You forgot to say Open Sesame dipshit!” I mutter to Stephen, digging my heels in the ground because


    dreaming is so going to happen,


    *For your good, just please shut up Aurora,” the sperm donor warns close to my ear as he continues to


    drag me inside.


    It’s pitch ck. Literally. The only light seeping into the room is from the lights outside the door. I can


    barely make out a silhouette of a chair. Shit, not again. Not another sensory deprivation room.


    I begin to light the man holding me with even more vigor. But Stephen just guides me to this chair,


    pushes me down to sit, and then swiftly reaches behind me to unlock my cuffs. I tried to push him out


    of my way, but he effortlessly pushed me down and had one of my arms shackled to the chair before I


    could even contemte what was happening. He used his weight to push against my legs so I couldn’t


    kick him and my not–so–subtle attempt to il my free arm around like one of those balloon people at a


    car dealership was halted quickly.


    *Please! Don’t do this,” I beg. I continue to struggle against the harsh iron manacles on my wrists. I am


    on the verge of a panic attack. The nking sound against the chair was almost deafening to me. My


    heartbeat quickened like it was about to jump out of my breastte and run a marathon. I could barely


    make out Stephen’s features as most of the light was blocked by his tall figure.


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    leave me in her Daddy pleaser I beg I stream again the metal acties


    I am in dariness. There is no light, no sound lust me, my thoughts, my header and thences of the dades


    I am fighting so hard desperate for freedom. Jey panic sets in and faint only take sometime me and


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    zo framt begging. After what fee how of stresing, or eves i hears and swollen my head is aching any


    ans feel cavc, and my voice is hoarse. Ipak out a firma pies of pisse to louder them a vinger beine my


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    All of a sudden I am lohed awake by a harsh biting cold like a million needles asading my sitim Inte a


    deep branch


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    My blurry vision is now sharp. My hazy brain is now alert and now on oventive. I whip my head from


    side to side


    trying to look at the monster, strands of my hair sicting to my neck and fire. The pitch ck


    Now there are a few lights on. I am still in a chair, funny enough ck and the rasy iron, also ck


    manacles Be what you see in pirate movies are still securely on my weiss


    A faint purple color is appearing around the eips of the cuffs. The room is ck ck wall, ck


    ceiling, even ck floor. He wasn’t kidding when he said ck room. The room doen’t look toorge


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    but I can’t see sucules facing closer to the door, which is ck. Shocking As I continue to try to look


    around. I see a sd te–shed sher drain not too far away from my feet drilled into the foot


    Oh shit.


    I started thrashing again, ignoring the ever–growing burning pain in my wrists, but soon strong as came


    upon my shoulders and pressed on them firmly, making me stop. I felt warm breath on my exposed


    neck. “Scared?” He spoke and I nearly jumped out of my skin with a small yelp.


    “Shhh. It’s okay love. It’s only been a few days. He continued saying weet nothings and tried to


    reassure me, petting my head lightly. My breathing finally steadied after a fer moments.


    Hees in front of me with a ck stool and sits down, he spreads his tall legs wide and brings his


    knees to touch my outer legs, casing me in. He rests his big callousednky hands on my thighs and


    starts rubbing them. His face cast


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    in a bit of shadow.


    “Get. Your. Filthy. Fucking. Hands. Off. Me!” I seethe in anger between my teeth with a clenched jaw.


    My voice was hoarse and my throat was sore and chapped. Of course he didn’t listen. He just smiled


    and cocked his head to the side, watching me.


    “You are too cute when you are angry. Like a puppy!” He cooed and bopped my nose with his finger. If


    looks could kill, I would have just popped his brain like a watermelon with a jackhammer.


    Maybe when he frees me I will identally on purpose kick him in the fucking balls repeatedly and say


    I tripped? Yeah, that should work. I smile at my little savage n. No babies for this knucklefucker! Cue


    an inner evilugh.


    But my inner scheming is cut short when he leans over and kisses my cheeks. He surprisingly puts a


    water bottle to my lips and I take hearty sips of water greedily, almost finishing the whole thing. I feel so


    much better.


    “Oh love,” he says exhaustedly, “we have so much to catch up on.”


    “Nah, I’m good. I don’t socialize with people who have sticks up their ass!” I spit out. Damn, I need to


    bite my tongue.


    There is a pause. He just looks at me and then a chuckle. Now a full–on boomingugh! If he hadn’t


    already repulsed me. I would have said hisugh was beautiful.


    He gets up and walks behind me again only to return with something small and silver in his hand.


    My eyes bug out when I realize what it is: A scalpel. A fucking scalpel!


    I guess there is no more forey for either of us. The shit just got real. “Um, Sir, w–what are you d–d–


    doing?” I begin to freak out.


    As he sits back down in front of me, he twirls the small knife in front of me, so casually. He takes a few


    moments before he answers me. He watched me as I tried to will my body to be consumed by the chair


    I was in.


    “You are mine Aurora. You have been mine since before you were born. I have waited a long time for


    you.” He continued to y with the knife in front of him.


    “You keep saying that. I don’t understand! I am not yours!” I say loudly, my anger getting the better of


    me. I am frankly disturbed.


    Sweety, you are! I will tell you everything dear. But first I need to do something. He says casually. I


    notice an evil glint in his eyes and before I can say anything else, he takes the scalpel and plunges it in


    the side of my leg.


    Pain. White hot pain. I scream as he pulls it out vigorously and warm red liquid bursts out and begins to


    paint the floor below. That was for trying to escape.” He seethes behind his clenched jaw. “BLOODY


    HELL!” I grit between my teeth. This was a bloody fucking hell. Damn, that hurts.


    Yep, I am definitely going to kick him in the balls as soon as I am free. Maybe I’ll take that scalpel and


    peel his dick like a banana. Bloody hell that hurts.


    “You look so good covered in red! Blood suits you. He says adoringly as I pant through the searing pain


    pulsing in my leg and he holds up the bloody scalpel in front of me: “Now, I am going to tell you


    everything. So where to begin? Oh


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    yes! Once upon a time…”


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