Monster's mate

Part XV

"Even when I'm dead, I'll swim through the Earth, like a mermaid of the soil, just to be next to your bones." — Jeffrey McDaniel, The Archipelago Of Kisses

"Take off your clothes." 

I could hear him say clearer than ever. All of those days I yearned to hear those words but now it seemed like nightmare. His voice was estranged and I felt like a victim. I was a victim. I even smelled like one. And soon I am to become a w***e too. 

I couldn't see him but I felt his unloving hands behind me. With sharp and inpatient movement he stripped my T-shirt. Then he turned me around to face him. His eyes were glowing. He looked at my uncovered breasts and contemptuously curved his upper lip. 

"Do you think I killed Sara for this breasts?" 

I couldn't understand his question. He raised his left arm and lightly pressed it on my right breast. I didn't twitch. He started squeezing it and the pressure he applied was increasing. Strangely I felt nothing s****l in his actions. Nothing at all. This realization would indeed confuse me, If the pain in my breast didn't consume my whole mind.

"They are nice but that is all they are." His voice was calculative. "Do you think 'nice' is enough for me to kill my mate sister?" How to even respond to something like that. Then he moved his eyes to my face. 

"Or was this face that made me do it?" As he spoke his fingers released my pained breast and moved to my chin. I realized he was not asking but merely speaking to himself. Trying to figure out what about me was so irresistible for him to kill his  lifelong partner. 

"Your eyes, they are forgettable. Lips, thin and lying, features plain and boring." If I was not scared I would definitely be offended. 

"Your appearance does not take my breath away. So how come that I would deform every girl which appearance does only If you asked for it?" 

 "Even If my reason for asking is so I could be the most beautiful women in the room?" I jokingly asked. He leaned himself towards my ear. 

"You wouldn't need to explain your reasons to me." 

I could hear him untie his belt and with terror I looked towards the doors. 

"Let me tell you what is about to happen." His belt was in his hands and quicker than my eyes could register he swinged it towards my face. I fell hard on the ground beneath me. I could feel my skin on face tear up and blood coming out. 

"I will beat you like a dog sister. I will destroy every part of your body except your knees. You will need those to move around for the next couple of months." 

With those words next hit came. This one was positioned across my legs. I screamed. 

"In time your body will heal. But scars will remain." 

He took his belt and swayed it on my breasts. It was the most painful experience I ever endured. I couldn't even scream from pain. 

"Every time you look at those scars I want you to remember why you got them in the first place." 

"And why is that brother?" Word 'brother' never sounded so distant from my tongue then It did now. He stayed quiet for the moment. I thought he was not going to answer at all. 

"If I don't beat you I won't survive you." With those words he threw his belt away and leaned towards my wounded body. 

"You are not a woman. You are a trap."  His tongue slipped inside my ear and with hungry movements he started tongue f*****g me inside my inner ear. Suddenly he stopped himself with hard punch he threw at his own jaw. 

"f**k" He growled. With aggression he took my face in his hands fixating me on the floor. 

"Look at me Selest. Look at me, my blood." He said even though I never moved my eyes away from him. He said 'my blood' with more emotions then I have ever heard him speak with. It was as If he was repeatedly saying 'mine, mine, mine..."

"I can never enjoy you without feeling pain." These were his last words before he took knife in his hands. He pressed it against my throat and I thought- this is it. This is the end. 

But instead of slicing my throat  he sticked It inside of his mouth and all I could hear was the sharp cut made on his tongue. His tongue fell off and the blood hit me directly in the face and I screamed more than ever in my life. 

"What the f**k have you done." I could hear myself scream. His eyes were still cold. His face didn't show any sign of pain. Did he even feel the It? He used the strap from my striped T-shirt to make a bondage on his butchered organ. This reminded me of the scene I already witnessed one. 

 I could read the look in his eyes. It said 'Every part of my body that enjoys you will be cut off.' 

I need to get out of this room and search for help. It's not too late for his tongue to be snitched back to the rest of it.  But his arms held me back. The pain he felt, If he felt, didn't have any impact on his strength. His arms were strong and merciless like never before. 

He couldn't speak anymore. He deprived himself of this ability by his own irrational decision making. But he didn't have to speak for me to be able to understand him. 

I wanted to look for help but his eyes were telling me I won't get out of this situation that easily. I understood he wants to punish me as equally as he punished himself. My body twitched in fear. Is he going to cut my ear off? Continue beating my body? 

He noticed my fear. He read my thoughts. And he smiled. But he was wrong. I didn't twitch in fear for myself. But for him. If he continues with whatever terrible punishment he placed his mind on he will punish himself even more. He will forever loose ability to speak again.

"Brother, my love, please listen to me. I will accept whatever you have planned for me but right now we need to get you a doctor and fix you." My eyes were tearing more than my opened skin from his previous brutality. I was crying. 

"I beg you. I can't stand to never hear your voice again." 

For the moment his eyes softened. With thumb he rubbed my tears away along with all my worries. I thought I have finally reached him. Then he done something despicable. He took a severed part of his tongue and forcibly opened my mouth. When I realized what he is about to do I started kicking off his body but to no avail. 

"God No. Don't make me do this." I pleaded but he only used my gasps to stick his ripped tongue inside my mouth. 

He started forcibly opening and closing my jaw like I was a piece of toy. Involuntarily stimulating my salivary glands to secrete saliva. Even in this desperate situation I could not- not admire his strength in forcing so effortlessly to chew against my own will.  

I cried rivers. He didn't care. 

I swallowed his tongue. I felt like throwing up.  Only then did he release tight grip from my face. He took the belt and finished doing what he promised to do. I will never recover from this.