(Warning: Further scenes are a bit dark. Read it at your own risk.)
Past life.
Ivy opened her eyes and found herself in a completely strange environnt. As she looked around in confusion, an old man with silver hair and sagging skin walked up to her and grinned.
"Ah... Ivy, you have finally opened your eyes. Do you know how long I have been waiting for you to wake up?" His tone was filled with warmth; however, the lecherous expression on his face betrayed his true nature.
Ivy backed away little by little and shook her head, "Mr. Patrick... please let go... my parents... my parents had forcefully sent here."
Patrick chucled, wrinkles marred on his forehead as he shook his head,
"Oh dear Ivy... I couldn’t explain how beautiful you look now. Those translucent tears falling from your eyes... are just so fascinating that I can’t unsee them.
Just stay with your uncle Patrick for a week, alright? I won’t take away your virginity. I swear."
Ivy trembled with fear and stood up. She dashed toward the door; however, that was when she realized that Patrick had chained her legs.
She fell on the ground, agony coursed through her body. With a trembling body, she turned around and, sure enough, she saw Patrick standing in front of her.
Patrick chuckled. The wrinkles on his forehead beca even more prominent. He stared at her moist eyes and muttered,
"What a beauty... what a beauty. Ivy, you don’t know how long I was waiting for this mont."
He tucked a pink hair strand behind her ears, his eyes flashing with obsession and madness,
"Now that I have you, should I start with marking you? That would be a great idea!"
With that, he hurriedly turned around and entered his room.
Ivy beca frightened and looked around to find a weapon or just run away.
She crawled toward the door; however, that was when Ivy realized that the chains were only long enough to help her reach just 5 ters away from the door.
Patrick returned with a candle and a glass shard in his hand.
Looking at struggling Ivy, he grinned,
"No use. Even if you do a split, even your skin won’t reach the door."
Placing the items beside him, he used brute force to chain Ivy’s hands, despite Ivy’s attempt to kick or pull away her hand, Patrick succeeded.
He sat beside Ivy, lit up the candle, pulled Ivy’s shirt above, and started to drop the lting wax on her stomach.
"Ahh!" Ivy struggled desperately and tried to move away.
Especially when she watched Patrick place the candle on the wax drop on her stomach.
The heat and the new lting wax scorched Ivy’s skin, and she cried in pain.
Patrick was dissatisfied; he scowled at Ivy.
"Though I like to see you cry, Ivy, I hate it when you shout. Can’t you act like a good submissive and take the pain? It isn’t that much anyway! I would appreciate it if you endure the pain without shouting."
Ivy watched in horror as Patrick slowly heated up the glass shard and started to engrave words on Ivy’s stomach.
"Patrick’s Submissive," Patrick muttered as he carved the words with fascination in his eyes.
The biting pain of hot glass slashing the skin made Ivy shout in pain, and her struggles increased.
Slap.
Patrick felt impatient and slapped Ivy hard, "Shut up! Can’t you see I am doing sothing?"
As the pain increased, Ivy lost consciousness.
When she woke up, she saw Patrick injecting a white liquid into her hand,
"You are awake? Don’t worry, this drug will help you get high, and then you will be able to enjoy the pain. Even though it hasn’t completed the trial testing, I am sure it will work!"
The result was... the drug failed miserably. It made Ivy remain awake all the ti, while amplifying the pain. As a side effect, Ivy also lost her voice.
On the first day, Patrick slapped, kicked, and punched her.
On the second day, he used a knife to slash Ivy’s skin and also choked her many tis. Each ti Ivy almost thought she would die, but Patrick pulled away every ti and laughed, asking,
"Did you enjoy it?"
On the third day, Ivy was hungry. She curled up in pain as she kept on feeling as if soone was cutting her stomach from the inside.
Patrick understood that Ivy was hungry, so he excitedly ordered,
"Crawl till here and I promise to give you so leftovers."
He tapped on the ground with his foot while sitting on the sofa.
Ivy, desperate for food, crawled there with difficulty. Due to the drug, she had lost all her strength. Not to ntion the one-sided torture had taken a toll on her.
The mont she reached there, Patrick dropped so leftovers on the floor and ordered,
"Eat them."
Ivy cried as she ate the food from the ground.
Patrick used a torture device nad a thumbscrew to grind Ivy’s finger to the point that Ivy lost all sensation in her fingers.
Ivy couldn’t understand why she was tortured so much.
What has she even done to deserve?
That night, while Patrick was asleep, Ivy decided to run away.
She was going to defy her fate, and hence she struggled softly before freeing one of her hands from the chains.
All the starvation had made her wrist thin.
Just as she was about to rejoice, an alarm rang. It was only then did Ivy knew that the chains were connected to the alarm.
Fearing Patrick, Ivy quickly picked up the vase and threw it at Patrick, who had co out of his bedroom.
However, Ivy underestimated Patrick’s alertness; he dodged the vase and reached for Ivy.
With a swift motion, he slapped her so hard that blood started to seep from the corner of Ivy’s mouth.
"You b*tch I gave you food, you dared to harbour thoughts of running away? Just see how I will punish you this ti!"
He chained Ivy’s freed hand and tore away her clothes.
Leaning down, Patrick bit on Ivy’s shoulder so hard that blood oozed from the bite marks. He sucked on other places hard, to the point that purplish marks appeared on Ivy’s body.
At first, Ivy resisted; however, as ti passed, she lay there motionlessly.
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