CHAPTER 2
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Number 42's POV
I was woken roughly by the stench of the b***h's henchmen pulling me upwards and unlocking the chains at the wall. The murky light that filtered in through the door illuminated his yellow teeth as he grinned evilly whilst he gathered the chains in his hand.
The male who had unlocked the chains stood behind me and cupped my breast in his hands whilst he yanked my head backwards and licked the side of my face. His tongue left a stinking trail as it descended lower.
?He pressed himself against my behind and I screwed my eyes closed, fearing what would come next.
"Mistress wants to play with you now, 42. It's a shame she don't share. I want to fill you in every available hole you have." he whispered harshly in my ear as he attempted to slide his hand between my legs.
The man who held my chains grabbed my assaulter's hand and bent it backwards forcefully, causing him to yelp in pain.
"You're right. She don't share. An' I ain't takin' another beatin' on your behalf. Sort yourself out." He said brusquely before shoving him backwards and yanking me forward with my chains.
He pulled me out into the corridor and pushed me forwards towards the steps that led to the upper level.
We passed countless cells, as we did each time, all numbered. They went as far as the eye could see in both directions, with a staircase at either end.
I'd only ever been downstairs twice before. I never wanted to return there. I don't know what had happened, but when I woke i couldn't move and my body was covered in ragged stitches.?
The voice inside of me had been silent for a long time until well after the wounds had healed.
I squinted as we ascended the stairs to the bright light above. My eyes struggling to adjust to the light source after so long in the dark.
The stark white of the walls and floors reflected the light painfully from the Strip lights that ran above.
?I had stopped caring at the filth encrusted on my skin and in my hair, or the sad looking skeletal reflection in the windows that we passed. That wasn't me. Not truly me.
A hand shoved me in the middle of my back, causing me to stumble and i turned to glare at the offender.?
His glowing red eyes narrowed at me in the rotting sockets of his face and I quickly turned back to face the direction we were heading in.
My stomach filled with dread as we approached a door I was all too familiar with. I knew exactly what to expect, and my stomach sank.
I was pushed roughly over the threshold and shoved forwards again. The shove was stronger this time, and I fell to my knees, unable to brace my fall with my arms as the brutish guard still had hold of the chains.
?My face hit the floor at speed and I heard as well as felt a sickening crunch as my the right side of my face bounced on the tiled floor.
"Ah! How quaint. Bowing to your Mistress already and I haven't even begun yet."
I wanted to cry from the pain that exploded across my face, but I didn't want to give her the satisfaction. She enjoyed the reactions. Every single one of them.
The fear, the tears, the begging. It only seemed to encourage her, so I maintained my composure as I shuffled backwards, using all my strength to force myself upright.
"You two are dismissed. Oh! Remove her chains fully before you go. I need her mobile for this. When you're done, head to the perimeter. There seems to be an issue that they're struggling to take care of and I really don't want to be bothered with it right now. " Her voice was commanding and smooth as velvet, and they rushed to obey.
I kept my eyes downcast as they left the room and shut the door behind them. My chains hung by the door, ready for reattachment when she had finished whatever atrocity she had dreamed up this time.
'I will take over when it's too much. I will not let you suffer.'
I didn't reply. My internal acknowledgement was usually enough.
I didn't want this b***h to know about the voice. If it truly was another facet to myself, that was bound for whatever reason, I didn't want that taken from me too.
She had taken everything else.
I watched her slow, deliberate footsteps out of the corner of my eye as she circled me leisurely.
I was sure it was designed to intimidate the people at her feet, and if I wasn't able to shut myself down so completely, I'm sure it would have been effective on me, too. I was so numb to it now. Her posturing had no effect.
Finally, her immaculate black patent stilletto's stopped in front of me and she crouched low, grabbing my chin with her bony, elegantly manicured fingers and forcing my head upwards so that she could study my face.
I avoided eye contact as much as I could, but she tightened her grip painfully until i met her gaze with my own.
Her chiselled face, with its high cheekbones, had an ethereal beauty only enhanced by the stark contrast of her white skin and raven black curls that cascaded gently downwards, framing her face.
Her long lashes fluttered prettily, encasing eyes as black as night. A smirk spread slowly across her crimson lips.
"Number 42. We meet again." She whispered almost seductively.
She stood rapidly, keeping my chin in her vice like grip and forced me to stand at the same time. She examined me slowly, her eyes trailing the length of my body before travelling slowly back to my face.
"I shouldn't have favourites," she said, releasing my chin abruptly as she pushed me backwards and took a step back.
She folded her arms across her floor length black silk dress and regarded me cooly.?
"But you, 42. Why have I not succeeded in breaking you yet?" she mused, beginning to pace, the sharp clicking of her heels stark in the silence, punctuating her words.?
"I still see that fire in you. No matter how depraved or violent the experiments I concoct, you still will not break." She stopped suddenly and whirled to face me, pointing accusingly at me.
"I'm beginning to think you enjoy it." She smirked before laughing.
The laughter was like a thousand shards of glass piercing my heart.
Her expression turned serious and her face darkened.
"Remove your clothes." she barked, narrowing her eyes at me.
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