moving fast and I’m finding it difficult to keep up, dizziness and nausea threatening to overcome me. Through the study I run, my hip catching on the corner of his desk painfully, and onwards to the steps down to the cellars.
Clinging to the rope handrail, I descend each stone step with trepidation, yet with a steely resolve to finally discover the truth about them. As each step takes me nearer to the chamber of pain, I realise I don’t actually want to find them together for to do so would shatter my entire world and compound the loss I have already suffered. Yet, my overwhelming desire to know the truth forces me forward.
The ancient door creaks under my hand, revealing the first chamber—the chamber of pain disguised as a wine cellar—is empty. Onwards to the far door to the smaller, circular chamber, I creep. I hear noises beyond the small oak door, the sound of a cane, lashing across flesh.
My trembling hand is gripping the latch so tightly that my knuckles blanche. My body is clammy, my legs leaden. Taking deep breaths, I try and stave off the imminent blackness that threatens to consume me. Do it, Beth. Open the door. You have to know .
Chapter 6
Blackness blurs my vision as the room spins. Blinking rapidly and on the cusp of hyperventilating I take a tentative step into the small chamber. The smell of sweet vanilla incense fills my senses, making me nauseous. Candles flicker to my left, casting an ethereal light across the circular bed, over which Scarlett is bent. Her black satin dress is hitched up high exposing milky white buttocks streaked with purple red stripes. Her hands clutch at the red silk sheet. Her head is down and she’s pushing her bottom up to meet the lashings.
“Yes. Oh yes. Harder please, Sir. I beg you. Please, Sir, ” she beseeches.
Sebastian is looking at me squarely, his arm held aloft, clutching the cane. He’s changed his mask and now bears the demonic face of Satan himself and his voice has morphed into a carnal growl.
“Watch us, bitch.”
Scarlett laughs shrilly. “Don’t waste your time with her. She’s a crazy spoiled slut.”
“Why are you both doing this to me? ” Bile rises. I’m going to be sick. “I hate you. You’ve lied to me, ” I sob, my entire body trembling uncontrollably. The blackness almost obscures my vision entirely. I can’t see him clearly anymore but I hear him.
“You’re next, my fucking little whore. Lift your dress and bend over the fucking bed. DO IT. NOW.”
“No. No. I loved you. You’re breaking my heart. ” My legs give way and I sink down onto the cold stone floor, welcoming the support it gives me. He’s pulling me up by my hair. No, leave me alone. It hurts . The words won’t come out of my mouth. My legs grow weak again. A sharp slap stings my cheek. Down on the cold stone again. Shapes. I can see shapes, greys and blacks against the light. A large black shape is next to satanic Sebastian and I think the shape strikes Sebastian who falls onto the bed. The black shape and a smaller grey shape move to me, and the huge black shape scoops me up. It’s so strong I feel safe in its arms. I give in to the darkness, my heart broken. I want the darkness to possess me, not wanting this life anymore.
Joe’s tiny hand strokes my cheek. He’s sitting on the bed beside me, smiling adoringly, his expression one of impish mischief.
“Good morning, little man. What are you up to?”
“I’ve come to see you again, Mummy. I’ve been away to a really cool place.”
“Have you, darling? What was it like there?”
“Amazing, Mummy. Daddy said I had to come and see you because you’re poorly.”
“That was thoughtful of Daddy, but Mummy’s just tired. Mummy’s coming to your special cool place very soon, and then we’ll be together again. Won’t that be fun?”
“No, Mummy. I miss you, but you can’t come yet. Daddy said I have to remember to tell you you’re not mad. It’s
Clinging to the rope handrail, I descend each stone step with trepidation, yet with a steely resolve to finally discover the truth about them. As each step takes me nearer to the chamber of pain, I realise I don’t actually want to find them together for to do so would shatter my entire world and compound the loss I have already suffered. Yet, my overwhelming desire to know the truth forces me forward.
The ancient door creaks under my hand, revealing the first chamber—the chamber of pain disguised as a wine cellar—is empty. Onwards to the far door to the smaller, circular chamber, I creep. I hear noises beyond the small oak door, the sound of a cane, lashing across flesh.
My trembling hand is gripping the latch so tightly that my knuckles blanche. My body is clammy, my legs leaden. Taking deep breaths, I try and stave off the imminent blackness that threatens to consume me. Do it, Beth. Open the door. You have to know .
Chapter 6
Blackness blurs my vision as the room spins. Blinking rapidly and on the cusp of hyperventilating I take a tentative step into the small chamber. The smell of sweet vanilla incense fills my senses, making me nauseous. Candles flicker to my left, casting an ethereal light across the circular bed, over which Scarlett is bent. Her black satin dress is hitched up high exposing milky white buttocks streaked with purple red stripes. Her hands clutch at the red silk sheet. Her head is down and she’s pushing her bottom up to meet the lashings.
“Yes. Oh yes. Harder please, Sir. I beg you. Please, Sir, ” she beseeches.
Sebastian is looking at me squarely, his arm held aloft, clutching the cane. He’s changed his mask and now bears the demonic face of Satan himself and his voice has morphed into a carnal growl.
“Watch us, bitch.”
Scarlett laughs shrilly. “Don’t waste your time with her. She’s a crazy spoiled slut.”
“Why are you both doing this to me? ” Bile rises. I’m going to be sick. “I hate you. You’ve lied to me, ” I sob, my entire body trembling uncontrollably. The blackness almost obscures my vision entirely. I can’t see him clearly anymore but I hear him.
“You’re next, my fucking little whore. Lift your dress and bend over the fucking bed. DO IT. NOW.”
“No. No. I loved you. You’re breaking my heart. ” My legs give way and I sink down onto the cold stone floor, welcoming the support it gives me. He’s pulling me up by my hair. No, leave me alone. It hurts . The words won’t come out of my mouth. My legs grow weak again. A sharp slap stings my cheek. Down on the cold stone again. Shapes. I can see shapes, greys and blacks against the light. A large black shape is next to satanic Sebastian and I think the shape strikes Sebastian who falls onto the bed. The black shape and a smaller grey shape move to me, and the huge black shape scoops me up. It’s so strong I feel safe in its arms. I give in to the darkness, my heart broken. I want the darkness to possess me, not wanting this life anymore.
Joe’s tiny hand strokes my cheek. He’s sitting on the bed beside me, smiling adoringly, his expression one of impish mischief.
“Good morning, little man. What are you up to?”
“I’ve come to see you again, Mummy. I’ve been away to a really cool place.”
“Have you, darling? What was it like there?”
“Amazing, Mummy. Daddy said I had to come and see you because you’re poorly.”
“That was thoughtful of Daddy, but Mummy’s just tired. Mummy’s coming to your special cool place very soon, and then we’ll be together again. Won’t that be fun?”
“No, Mummy. I miss you, but you can’t come yet. Daddy said I have to remember to tell you you’re not mad. It’s
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