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Samael sat down beside her on the bed, his voice low, βGet your rest, My Pet. You will need your strength again very soon. I believe I know where your breaking point is now. I have special plans for you the next time we meet. It will be a night youβll remember until your death, maybe longer.β He kissed her temple.
Her body shivered. Samael knew she had heard him.
Chapter 20
Cynthia heard the door slam downstairs and eased out of the bed, feeling his note in her hand. Terror coursed through her veins as she silently crept toward the stairs. Cynthia looked behind her as if expecting him to jump out from the shadows. She peered down the steps to see if there was movement below. From the hallway she could see out the window: Bertβs car was gone, again. Relief that she was alone spilled over her. She released the breath she had been holding and gingerly crept down the stairs into the living room, where she saw her dress piled loosely on the floor from hours earlier.
She reached down to pick it up as a wave of pain shot through her. As she stood up quickly to block the pain, she caught a glance of herself in the mirror. Bert was a sick bastard. She had always believed him to be so sweet. She would have bet her life savings that he was just a lonely guy. She began to cry as she saw herself in the mirror.
Her face was untouched, her arms didnβt carry any marks, neither did her neck or her legs. Bert was careful from that perspective: no one but she and he could see what he had done to her. There were no new bruises, but he had pierced her last night, and run a chain through each of the four piercingsβ metal loops. She tried to remove the chain connecting each of the piercings, but would need to remove the metal loops to do so. She picked up the phone to call the police, to report what he had done to her. She dialed the emergency line, but hung up before the connection was established.
Cynthia looked in the mirror again. Who would believe her? Bert was a monster, a tyrant, a psycho pervert, but he was also a police detective. Bertβs name was in the paper regularly. He was the poster boy for catching criminals and headed nearly every major crime investigation. No one would believe that he was capable of this. She couldnβt see him again, not ever. She held his note in her hand, thinking she could run away. She could have a two day head start, and he might never find her. She could change her identity, move to a new town, start a new life. She put her dress on carefully. Although it was extremely painful to walk, she decided to walk the two blocks to her house to undo this painful mess, to avoid the chance that Bert might come back while she was still here.
Tears streamed down her face. She believed she had cried herself dry earlier, but here she was again. It was dark out. If someone saw her, they might not notice her at this time of night. She stepped off the porch, still grasping his note in one hand and carrying her shoes in the other. Halfway to her home, the tears of embarrassment turned to tears of pain. She wanted to stop, fall to the ground and hide in the fetal position. She pushed on through the pain.
When she found herself on her porch, she let herself into her own dark house. She locked the door behind her and set her alarm system. As soon as she had armed the system, she slid to the floor, allowing the sobs to flow freely from her. Flashbacks from Bertβs sadistic torments enveloped her. She had to get this stupid chain off of her. Finding the strength, she climbed the steps to her room. She allowed her dress to drop to the floor and stepped into her bathroom. Seeing herself in the bright illumination of her bathroom made her gasp. Wrestling with the possibility of calling the police, she decided she wasnβt strong enough to tell someone what had happened to her.
As she reached for the first metal loop to see it in the light and try to figure out how to undo it, she realized there was no way to detach it. She painstakingly turned it every possible direction to free herself, then she saw it. Another note from Bert was attached to her bathroom mirror. He had been in her house! Cynthia turned her back to the mirror and looked out into her bedroom. She grabbed her robe and went through all the rooms in the house to make sure he wasnβt there. When she was satisfied the house was empty except for herself, she went back to the bathroom and read the note.
My Pet,
You have my permission to cut the chains, I rather like hooking up your harness myself, and Iβd like to try a little heavier chain next time. Iβll caution you not to remove your hoops. They are permanent. If you take them off, having them put in a second time will be extremely painful. I donβt mind either way.
You really outdid yourself tonight.
Master
Cynthia froze. Heavier chain? He couldnβt be serious. How did he get past her alarm system? He was in her home. She looked on the counter under the note and a pair of wire cutters had been left by the sink. She picked them up and started to cut
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