Post by Neptune on Sept 24, 2011 16:44:44 GMT -5
I had a hard time sleeping.
No, Klayton didn’t do anything to me before I went to bed. I think he had other things on his mind as he pretty much left me alone after the show. I thought he was going to get on my case for losing or maybe even take out his frustration on me because of his loss to Denise, but no... He was nowhere to be seen. It was a relief for me.
With the sunlight peeking through my window and waking me up from my not so deep of a sleep, I felt like it wasn’t going to be a good day. I really should get a new bed or something. The one in that tiny room is absolutely annoying and is actually hurting me more than healing me. But I digress... It seemed like it was going to be a typical morning.
But then, my phone rang. Well... vibrated. I didn’t want Klayton to know if I got a call so I always keep it on vibrate. Not that I get a lot of calls really. I used to receive calls from my agent/manager but ever since Klayton took control of my life, well, he fired my agent/manager. As usual, there was nothing I could do to prevent that.
Anyway, so, back to the call I got this morning: It was from an “unknown caller”. I was intrigued, even though part of me suspected it was probably Klayton playing mind games. I don’t know why I thought that... maybe because he is a sick and twisted individual. When I answered the call, however, I immediately realized that it wasn’t a mind game at all.
It was my older brother. Kano.
“Hello, young brother,” he said to me, casually. “I know we haven't talked in a long time but seeing as I'm in town right now, I thought maybe we could catch up?”
I stayed silent for a long moment, I couldn't even think of anything to say. Couldn't even manage to greet him. Something so basic and I was so speechless.
“I know,” he said, breaking the silence. “We parted ways rather dramatically last time, and yes, I know, it was mostly my fault. But I called you first, so I hope that counts for something.” He paused, I guess to allow me to speak but again, I tightened up. Couldn't say a word. So he added, “Does it count for anything at all, young brother?”
My grip on the phone also tightened and I let out a sigh. I felt like shit. And at the same time, I felt... really happy to hear my big brother's voice again.
“Yes, it does,” I finally replied. “Thanks for doing that,” I added, trying to sound a bit less cold.
I know it's impossible but right at that moment, I swear I could've sensed him smiling.
“Good, good,” he said. “Look, I don't want to be pushy about this but... do you think we could meet up today? As in, maybe right now?”
“Uh, yeah, sure,” I replied. “But I don't have a car so you might have to give me at least a few minutes to get wherever you want us to meet.”
“That's fine,” he said back. “There's this restaurant nearby. It's on the same street as that ice-cream shop that closed down. You know the one? It's a white and blue building.”
“Yeah, I know the one,” I answered as I got up from my bed. “I'll meet you there in about, say... half an hour? Maybe forty minutes if there's any traffic.”
THE CHOICES WE MAKE
After I hung up, I felt sick to my stomach. I hadn’t seen my brother in about two whole years and suddenly he walked back into my life. I couldn’t believe it. Then again, weirder things have happened to me lately. Like, for example, another man making me his bitch. Anything was possible.
I got ready to go and chose to be sneaky about it. I quietly got out of my room and tip toed my way to the door. I shouldn’t have bothered since Klayton was not at home. He was probably with that weird whore, Denise du Pris. Ugh. What a stupid ass name. I can’t stand her whole shit. But that’s irrelevant right now.
Anyway, I got out of the house and grabbed a cab into town. Finding the restaurant wasn’t all too hard. It was kind of a fancy place. I felt good at the idea that I was going to eat a nice meal today. I’ll tell you about my feeding arrangements at Klayton’s later.
When I got there, my brother was already at a table waiting for me. He was wearing a nice suit and obviously looked like he was part of the picture in the restaurant. The tables were all immaculate, the walls had paintings on them and the walls themselves looked like they cost more than my annual salary. That place looked damn expensive.
"It's good to see you again, little brother," he said as he got up to give me a hug. I tightened up, I couldn't help it. He immediately apologized and said, "Sorry, probably shouldn't have done that. I just thought it'd be less awkward if we got that out of the way."
I smiled, awkwardly, but nodded nonetheless. We both sat down at the table and as we did so, a waiter approached us and placed a big plate of hors d'oeuvres on the table. As usual, my big brother took the liberty of ordering for me. A habit he always had.
"I have to say," I grabbed one of the finger food and ate it in one go. "I am surprised to see you. Last time we spoke, I was under the impression that you didn't have a brother anymore."
The look he gave me was one of shame and regret. I felt instantly bad for bringing the topic up, but it had to be done. There was no way I was going to sit there and pretend like nothing ever happened.
"I truly am sorry," he said to me. "What I said was harsh and cruel and it wasn't how I truly felt. I hope you do realize that." He paused before continuing with, "I was worried about you. And quite frankly, I feel like I was right to worry. When you said you were going to be a fighter, a wrestler, I knew it would not end well."
Lowering my eyes, I replied, "At least I don't use my real name when I fight, you know? which means, I don't bring shame to the family name. That was one of your concerns too, wasn't it?"
Again, I came across as more hostile than what I wanted but it had to be said. Couldn't help it. I think Kano understood because he too lowered his eyes for a moment, feeling the guilt of what he had said to me two years ago weigh on him.
"Forget about that," he said to me. "I don't care about the family name. I care about you. You're my flesh and blood. If you were having a great time in that place you're now working at, I wouldn't say this but... you clearly are not having a good time. You are constantly hurt on a daily basis by that man. That other wrestler. It has to stop."
I felt my heart skip a beat. It was my turn to feel shame and guilt. I never thought that my brother would witness my humiliation at the hands of Klayton Gunn. The thought of that made me feel very sick. Exposed. Vulnerable. Ashamed.
"I..." I struggled to get the words out. "I'm dealing with it. I'm working on it, I mean. I'll make him pay for what he did to me and I'll destroy him. Believe me, I'm trying very hard to find a solution to this problem."
Kano looked at me with the eyes of a big brother. A concerned and worried big brother. He was going to speak up again, but the waiter came around with our main meals. Mine was my favourite. It was nice to know that he didn't forget.
"There's a solution," Kano said, when he spoke up again. "Your way of dealing with it hasn't worked and it is painfully clear that it's not going to work anytime soon. I'm not being mean or underestimating your skills but, surely, you can agree with me on this: you can't defend yourself against that man."
I refuse to give up, my ego would never allow me, I still have my pride. I know I can get back at Klayton Gunn, it's just a matter of time and right opportunity. But still, I thought, it wouldn't hurt to hear his idea.
"What do you suggest then?" I asked.
Kano looked at me again with those big brother's eyes and braced himself almost for what he was about to say.
"Come with me," he said. "Leave this whole ordeal behind you and come back home with me."
I was struck by surprise after he told me. I looked back at him, speechless for a moment, but then I replied, "I can't do that. I'm not... I'm not a coward. I'm not going to run away. Besides, just because Klayton managed to have some sort of power over me doesn't mean I don't want to fight anymore. I still do. It's what I'm the best at. You know that."
But Kano was not going to give up on his idea either. He pressed on, "I know that. You can still fight back home. Or you know, just come back home and then go somewhere else if you have to. Just... get away from this whole thing. I really hate to see you like this. I really hate to see my little brother in pain. Please, let me do this for you. Let me help you. We can leave tonight."
It'd be a lie if I claimed that the idea didn't appeal to me. It certainly did. I actually was seriously considering it. A fresh new start. I'd wipe the slate clean and start again. And I'd have my big brother back too in the process. This was the first time I actually felt that much support from my brother.
Kano could see I was thinking it over, and he couldn't help but smile a little as he guessed that his pitch was actually quite a good one. So he asked, "What do you say?"
THE CHOICES WE MAKE
I had to think about the whole thing. It was a great idea and one I could get on board with. But as I said to my brother, if I do run away, then that makes me a coward. And I am not a coward. I'd rather be a bitch than a coward.
But then again, maybe that's just me being stubborn. Maybe I can't get over the fact that my career in the UWA hasn't gotten off to a good start and that maybe, it would be best for me to move on. Escape. Leave it all behind and start fresh somewhere else.
Needless to say, I was conflicted. So I told Kano that I'd think about it and that if I do decide to come, I'd join him at the airport. He agreed, though reluctantly. He wanted me to stay with him so we could leave without any trouble. But I couldn't do that.
The flight was at night so I had some time to think it all over. When I went back to the mansion, I expected Klayton to be there but he wasn't. Good. I went to my room and packed my things. There were not many things to pack, to be honest. It all fitted in the one suitcase.
I took it with me as I left the mansion. I didn't want to confront Klayton as I wasn't sure how he'd react. He could be one crazy motherfucker so I'd rather just sneak my way out. I guess I can be a bit of a coward. Oh well.
I wanted to clear my head so I went to the only place that would allow me to do that. The gym. Yeah, I know, not very original. Quite the cliche, even, but that's how I roll. So, I got into a cab (thank God I had some cash on me) and headed to the gym. Thanks to being in the UWA, I had access to a private one. No distractions from other people.
It was late afternoon when I changed into my training gear. It was just some black wrestling trunks. I like my body to be light when I practice. My kicks flow better that way. And how they did flow that afternoon. That punching bag was ready to break pretty much. I made myself sweat like crazy, taking out all of my frustration and anger on that bag.
I was so focused on what I was doing that I didn't hear him sneak in. I didn't hear him approach me. I realized only too late when I felt his breath on the back of my neck. He threw an arm across my chest, locking a grip on my left armpit and he used his other arm to go under between my legs and grab my balls with his hand tightly. He lifted me up with that same arm, keeping his grip on my balls.
Needless to say, I let out a gasp of utter pain, but did my best not to let out any squeals.
"I've been looking for you, my bitch," said Klayton with his ice cold voice that somehow carried the twistedness in his black heart. I could feel his breathing on my face as he spoke directly into my ear. "I noticed your things missing from your room. Thinking of running away, are we?" He gave my balls a hard squeeze. "Were you thinking of running away from your master?"
"Ugggghhhh..." was the only sound that could come out of my mouth. Klayton laughed at my pain. He then loosened up his grip on my balls so I could speak. "I... I can leave... if I want to. You... you can't hold me against my will. It's... illegal. There's... there's nothing you can do about that. You can't fake sign your way... out of that. It's up to me... if I want to... leave."
Klayton chuckled and kept both of his grips on me. I could feel his fingers digging into my armpit and I could feel his other hand wrapping it's fingers on my balls, ready to squeeze the life out of me. My feet didn't touch the ground. I tried to unhook his grip on my groin but I felt sick from all the squeezing.
"You really don't get it, do you?" He said to me, almost whispering like a snake in my ear. "I own you. Everything about you. Your body." He licked up the sweat off my cheek, scaring the shit out of me. "Your skills." He scratched my armpit with his fingernails, making me twitch all over. "Your very being." He squeezed my balls, making me lose my breath. "It all belongs to me. You won't be leaving. You know why? Because I am not allowing it."
Again, he loosened up his grip on my groin, to let me breathe and respond to what he said. "I... I don't need your permission..."
He squeezed my balls again, as if to prove his domination over me. It bruised my ego to admit it, but he did have a lot of power over me. He was literally holding me by my balls. You can't get more dominated than that. God, I felt sick.
"Wrong, my bitch," he said, his snake like voice penetrating my ear and making my very soul shiver. "You do need my permission. For every thing you do, you need my permission. That's what being my bitch means. Now, tell me again, who owns you, from your bitch face to your stinky toes?"
As he asked that question, he started squeezing my balls repeatedly, aggressively. I gasped, I groaned in pain, tears even escaped my eyes. The pain was excruciating. If that wasn't enough, he was also scratching the shit out of my armpit, causing me even more pain and discomfort.
"...you do..." I ended up saying, trying so hard not to give in to squealing. I wanted to be strong.
But Klayton wouldn't be satisfied until he heard me squeal for him. "I didn't hear you properly, bitch. Who owns you?" He tightened his grip on my upper body and lifted me a bit higher as he opened the palm of his other hand and took in my balls and squeeze the living shit out of them.
I didn't fight any longer and gave in. "UGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHH..." was what came out of my mouth followed by one high pitched squeal. I was feeling so sick and drained. I could feel his breath on my face. He was waiting to hear the words. I gave in... "You own me."
I thought Klayton would let me go, but he didn't. He actually tightened his grip even more and sunk his teeth on my sweaty cheek. I yelped in pain and started squirming like crazy, but that only encouraged him more.
"Stop, stop, stop! Please, stop! You're hurting me! Please! Stoooooop! Pleeeeeeease! I'm sorry! I'm not running away! You own me! You own me! YOU OWN ME!" I felt the shame invade my whole body, every single cell of it. I had lost the grip on my pride. Fuck.
Klayton licked up the sweat off my face and spat it right into my mouth and let me go. I fell to the floor. In tears. I held my groin and looked up at Klayton who had the most satisfied smile on his face. It was twisted and dark. He scared me.
I really thought that was it, but he stood there for a moment and then put his hand forward. He had his palm open and it was like he was waiting for something. I then realized that he was done with me yet. I understood and decided it'd be best not to fight back... so I placed my bare foot into his hand. A smile formed on his face as he pulled it to his face and took a whiff and laughed at me. He knew that bruised my ego. He knew what buttons to push. And he knew where to scratch to get me begging for mercy.
He was punishing me.
Later that night, as I was recovering in my room, in tears, I called my brother and told him I was not going. Needless to say he was not happy with me. He even said he'd come and get me, but I refused. I told him to best let me go. Klayton was too dangerous an individual to mess with.
He really wasn't happy. I don't think he will ever forgive me for being this weak and pathetic. Even I don't think I can forgive myself. I feel the sting in my toes from Klayton's teeth, the pain in my balls from his hand and the soreness in my armpit from his fingers... He truly has a lot of power over me.
How am I ever going to get out of this?
No, Klayton didn’t do anything to me before I went to bed. I think he had other things on his mind as he pretty much left me alone after the show. I thought he was going to get on my case for losing or maybe even take out his frustration on me because of his loss to Denise, but no... He was nowhere to be seen. It was a relief for me.
With the sunlight peeking through my window and waking me up from my not so deep of a sleep, I felt like it wasn’t going to be a good day. I really should get a new bed or something. The one in that tiny room is absolutely annoying and is actually hurting me more than healing me. But I digress... It seemed like it was going to be a typical morning.
But then, my phone rang. Well... vibrated. I didn’t want Klayton to know if I got a call so I always keep it on vibrate. Not that I get a lot of calls really. I used to receive calls from my agent/manager but ever since Klayton took control of my life, well, he fired my agent/manager. As usual, there was nothing I could do to prevent that.
Anyway, so, back to the call I got this morning: It was from an “unknown caller”. I was intrigued, even though part of me suspected it was probably Klayton playing mind games. I don’t know why I thought that... maybe because he is a sick and twisted individual. When I answered the call, however, I immediately realized that it wasn’t a mind game at all.
It was my older brother. Kano.
“Hello, young brother,” he said to me, casually. “I know we haven't talked in a long time but seeing as I'm in town right now, I thought maybe we could catch up?”
I stayed silent for a long moment, I couldn't even think of anything to say. Couldn't even manage to greet him. Something so basic and I was so speechless.
“I know,” he said, breaking the silence. “We parted ways rather dramatically last time, and yes, I know, it was mostly my fault. But I called you first, so I hope that counts for something.” He paused, I guess to allow me to speak but again, I tightened up. Couldn't say a word. So he added, “Does it count for anything at all, young brother?”
My grip on the phone also tightened and I let out a sigh. I felt like shit. And at the same time, I felt... really happy to hear my big brother's voice again.
“Yes, it does,” I finally replied. “Thanks for doing that,” I added, trying to sound a bit less cold.
I know it's impossible but right at that moment, I swear I could've sensed him smiling.
“Good, good,” he said. “Look, I don't want to be pushy about this but... do you think we could meet up today? As in, maybe right now?”
“Uh, yeah, sure,” I replied. “But I don't have a car so you might have to give me at least a few minutes to get wherever you want us to meet.”
“That's fine,” he said back. “There's this restaurant nearby. It's on the same street as that ice-cream shop that closed down. You know the one? It's a white and blue building.”
“Yeah, I know the one,” I answered as I got up from my bed. “I'll meet you there in about, say... half an hour? Maybe forty minutes if there's any traffic.”
THE CHOICES WE MAKE
After I hung up, I felt sick to my stomach. I hadn’t seen my brother in about two whole years and suddenly he walked back into my life. I couldn’t believe it. Then again, weirder things have happened to me lately. Like, for example, another man making me his bitch. Anything was possible.
I got ready to go and chose to be sneaky about it. I quietly got out of my room and tip toed my way to the door. I shouldn’t have bothered since Klayton was not at home. He was probably with that weird whore, Denise du Pris. Ugh. What a stupid ass name. I can’t stand her whole shit. But that’s irrelevant right now.
Anyway, I got out of the house and grabbed a cab into town. Finding the restaurant wasn’t all too hard. It was kind of a fancy place. I felt good at the idea that I was going to eat a nice meal today. I’ll tell you about my feeding arrangements at Klayton’s later.
When I got there, my brother was already at a table waiting for me. He was wearing a nice suit and obviously looked like he was part of the picture in the restaurant. The tables were all immaculate, the walls had paintings on them and the walls themselves looked like they cost more than my annual salary. That place looked damn expensive.
"It's good to see you again, little brother," he said as he got up to give me a hug. I tightened up, I couldn't help it. He immediately apologized and said, "Sorry, probably shouldn't have done that. I just thought it'd be less awkward if we got that out of the way."
I smiled, awkwardly, but nodded nonetheless. We both sat down at the table and as we did so, a waiter approached us and placed a big plate of hors d'oeuvres on the table. As usual, my big brother took the liberty of ordering for me. A habit he always had.
"I have to say," I grabbed one of the finger food and ate it in one go. "I am surprised to see you. Last time we spoke, I was under the impression that you didn't have a brother anymore."
The look he gave me was one of shame and regret. I felt instantly bad for bringing the topic up, but it had to be done. There was no way I was going to sit there and pretend like nothing ever happened.
"I truly am sorry," he said to me. "What I said was harsh and cruel and it wasn't how I truly felt. I hope you do realize that." He paused before continuing with, "I was worried about you. And quite frankly, I feel like I was right to worry. When you said you were going to be a fighter, a wrestler, I knew it would not end well."
Lowering my eyes, I replied, "At least I don't use my real name when I fight, you know? which means, I don't bring shame to the family name. That was one of your concerns too, wasn't it?"
Again, I came across as more hostile than what I wanted but it had to be said. Couldn't help it. I think Kano understood because he too lowered his eyes for a moment, feeling the guilt of what he had said to me two years ago weigh on him.
"Forget about that," he said to me. "I don't care about the family name. I care about you. You're my flesh and blood. If you were having a great time in that place you're now working at, I wouldn't say this but... you clearly are not having a good time. You are constantly hurt on a daily basis by that man. That other wrestler. It has to stop."
I felt my heart skip a beat. It was my turn to feel shame and guilt. I never thought that my brother would witness my humiliation at the hands of Klayton Gunn. The thought of that made me feel very sick. Exposed. Vulnerable. Ashamed.
"I..." I struggled to get the words out. "I'm dealing with it. I'm working on it, I mean. I'll make him pay for what he did to me and I'll destroy him. Believe me, I'm trying very hard to find a solution to this problem."
Kano looked at me with the eyes of a big brother. A concerned and worried big brother. He was going to speak up again, but the waiter came around with our main meals. Mine was my favourite. It was nice to know that he didn't forget.
"There's a solution," Kano said, when he spoke up again. "Your way of dealing with it hasn't worked and it is painfully clear that it's not going to work anytime soon. I'm not being mean or underestimating your skills but, surely, you can agree with me on this: you can't defend yourself against that man."
I refuse to give up, my ego would never allow me, I still have my pride. I know I can get back at Klayton Gunn, it's just a matter of time and right opportunity. But still, I thought, it wouldn't hurt to hear his idea.
"What do you suggest then?" I asked.
Kano looked at me again with those big brother's eyes and braced himself almost for what he was about to say.
"Come with me," he said. "Leave this whole ordeal behind you and come back home with me."
I was struck by surprise after he told me. I looked back at him, speechless for a moment, but then I replied, "I can't do that. I'm not... I'm not a coward. I'm not going to run away. Besides, just because Klayton managed to have some sort of power over me doesn't mean I don't want to fight anymore. I still do. It's what I'm the best at. You know that."
But Kano was not going to give up on his idea either. He pressed on, "I know that. You can still fight back home. Or you know, just come back home and then go somewhere else if you have to. Just... get away from this whole thing. I really hate to see you like this. I really hate to see my little brother in pain. Please, let me do this for you. Let me help you. We can leave tonight."
It'd be a lie if I claimed that the idea didn't appeal to me. It certainly did. I actually was seriously considering it. A fresh new start. I'd wipe the slate clean and start again. And I'd have my big brother back too in the process. This was the first time I actually felt that much support from my brother.
Kano could see I was thinking it over, and he couldn't help but smile a little as he guessed that his pitch was actually quite a good one. So he asked, "What do you say?"
THE CHOICES WE MAKE
I had to think about the whole thing. It was a great idea and one I could get on board with. But as I said to my brother, if I do run away, then that makes me a coward. And I am not a coward. I'd rather be a bitch than a coward.
But then again, maybe that's just me being stubborn. Maybe I can't get over the fact that my career in the UWA hasn't gotten off to a good start and that maybe, it would be best for me to move on. Escape. Leave it all behind and start fresh somewhere else.
Needless to say, I was conflicted. So I told Kano that I'd think about it and that if I do decide to come, I'd join him at the airport. He agreed, though reluctantly. He wanted me to stay with him so we could leave without any trouble. But I couldn't do that.
The flight was at night so I had some time to think it all over. When I went back to the mansion, I expected Klayton to be there but he wasn't. Good. I went to my room and packed my things. There were not many things to pack, to be honest. It all fitted in the one suitcase.
I took it with me as I left the mansion. I didn't want to confront Klayton as I wasn't sure how he'd react. He could be one crazy motherfucker so I'd rather just sneak my way out. I guess I can be a bit of a coward. Oh well.
I wanted to clear my head so I went to the only place that would allow me to do that. The gym. Yeah, I know, not very original. Quite the cliche, even, but that's how I roll. So, I got into a cab (thank God I had some cash on me) and headed to the gym. Thanks to being in the UWA, I had access to a private one. No distractions from other people.
It was late afternoon when I changed into my training gear. It was just some black wrestling trunks. I like my body to be light when I practice. My kicks flow better that way. And how they did flow that afternoon. That punching bag was ready to break pretty much. I made myself sweat like crazy, taking out all of my frustration and anger on that bag.
I was so focused on what I was doing that I didn't hear him sneak in. I didn't hear him approach me. I realized only too late when I felt his breath on the back of my neck. He threw an arm across my chest, locking a grip on my left armpit and he used his other arm to go under between my legs and grab my balls with his hand tightly. He lifted me up with that same arm, keeping his grip on my balls.
Needless to say, I let out a gasp of utter pain, but did my best not to let out any squeals.
"I've been looking for you, my bitch," said Klayton with his ice cold voice that somehow carried the twistedness in his black heart. I could feel his breathing on my face as he spoke directly into my ear. "I noticed your things missing from your room. Thinking of running away, are we?" He gave my balls a hard squeeze. "Were you thinking of running away from your master?"
"Ugggghhhh..." was the only sound that could come out of my mouth. Klayton laughed at my pain. He then loosened up his grip on my balls so I could speak. "I... I can leave... if I want to. You... you can't hold me against my will. It's... illegal. There's... there's nothing you can do about that. You can't fake sign your way... out of that. It's up to me... if I want to... leave."
Klayton chuckled and kept both of his grips on me. I could feel his fingers digging into my armpit and I could feel his other hand wrapping it's fingers on my balls, ready to squeeze the life out of me. My feet didn't touch the ground. I tried to unhook his grip on my groin but I felt sick from all the squeezing.
"You really don't get it, do you?" He said to me, almost whispering like a snake in my ear. "I own you. Everything about you. Your body." He licked up the sweat off my cheek, scaring the shit out of me. "Your skills." He scratched my armpit with his fingernails, making me twitch all over. "Your very being." He squeezed my balls, making me lose my breath. "It all belongs to me. You won't be leaving. You know why? Because I am not allowing it."
Again, he loosened up his grip on my groin, to let me breathe and respond to what he said. "I... I don't need your permission..."
He squeezed my balls again, as if to prove his domination over me. It bruised my ego to admit it, but he did have a lot of power over me. He was literally holding me by my balls. You can't get more dominated than that. God, I felt sick.
"Wrong, my bitch," he said, his snake like voice penetrating my ear and making my very soul shiver. "You do need my permission. For every thing you do, you need my permission. That's what being my bitch means. Now, tell me again, who owns you, from your bitch face to your stinky toes?"
As he asked that question, he started squeezing my balls repeatedly, aggressively. I gasped, I groaned in pain, tears even escaped my eyes. The pain was excruciating. If that wasn't enough, he was also scratching the shit out of my armpit, causing me even more pain and discomfort.
"...you do..." I ended up saying, trying so hard not to give in to squealing. I wanted to be strong.
But Klayton wouldn't be satisfied until he heard me squeal for him. "I didn't hear you properly, bitch. Who owns you?" He tightened his grip on my upper body and lifted me a bit higher as he opened the palm of his other hand and took in my balls and squeeze the living shit out of them.
I didn't fight any longer and gave in. "UGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHH..." was what came out of my mouth followed by one high pitched squeal. I was feeling so sick and drained. I could feel his breath on my face. He was waiting to hear the words. I gave in... "You own me."
I thought Klayton would let me go, but he didn't. He actually tightened his grip even more and sunk his teeth on my sweaty cheek. I yelped in pain and started squirming like crazy, but that only encouraged him more.
"Stop, stop, stop! Please, stop! You're hurting me! Please! Stoooooop! Pleeeeeeease! I'm sorry! I'm not running away! You own me! You own me! YOU OWN ME!" I felt the shame invade my whole body, every single cell of it. I had lost the grip on my pride. Fuck.
Klayton licked up the sweat off my face and spat it right into my mouth and let me go. I fell to the floor. In tears. I held my groin and looked up at Klayton who had the most satisfied smile on his face. It was twisted and dark. He scared me.
I really thought that was it, but he stood there for a moment and then put his hand forward. He had his palm open and it was like he was waiting for something. I then realized that he was done with me yet. I understood and decided it'd be best not to fight back... so I placed my bare foot into his hand. A smile formed on his face as he pulled it to his face and took a whiff and laughed at me. He knew that bruised my ego. He knew what buttons to push. And he knew where to scratch to get me begging for mercy.
He was punishing me.
Later that night, as I was recovering in my room, in tears, I called my brother and told him I was not going. Needless to say he was not happy with me. He even said he'd come and get me, but I refused. I told him to best let me go. Klayton was too dangerous an individual to mess with.
He really wasn't happy. I don't think he will ever forgive me for being this weak and pathetic. Even I don't think I can forgive myself. I feel the sting in my toes from Klayton's teeth, the pain in my balls from his hand and the soreness in my armpit from his fingers... He truly has a lot of power over me.
How am I ever going to get out of this?
