Page 111 of Reign of the Queen
“Strap him to the cross. We will begin there with his punishment,” my father instructs and walks out of my sightline. Panic immediately fills my body. If I’m strapped down I won’t be able to fight back, I’ll be at their mercy.
I try to fight, thrashing my body from the hold the two goons have on me, but it’s no use. Without the help of my arms, I can’t get them to release me. All my thrashing is causing me to lose a lot more blood from the various cuts, and the blade is still puncturing my shoulder area.
They drag me to the cross, a disgusting wood contraption, and strap my legs and waist to it. They cut off the plastic ties from my wrists and force my hands into the leather restraints on the makeshift wooden cross. One of the goons laughs and yanks the blade out of my skin, and I let out a harsh cry of pain.
My dad moves before me, a leather whip with sharp metal prongs at the end of each strand in his hand. He looks at it and then raises his gaze to mine. I see no mercy and only rage in his features. It’s there and plain to see, he hates me just as much as I hate him.He’s going to enjoy this, the psychotic fucker.
A few of his associates move in our direction to watch and participate in my punishment. Mack Pemberton, having finished with the woman he was terrorizing, comes over and grabs a riding crop off the stone wall, standing next to my father. The anticipation of beating me is making him giddy and grin vivaciously. All of the abuse Carter has endured at the hands of this fucker runs through my mind. I steal my spine. I won’t allow him to see my fear. One day soon, I’m going to kill Mack Pemberton, that day can’t come soon enough.
Staring back at my father, my expression stone cold and defiant, I await the first strike of many. He doesn’t disappoint, rearing back his arm and letting the whip slash across my naked chest. The burn is instant, my flesh wrenching open with the harsh lash. He repeats the motion four more times, each one hitting me in a different area and ripping my skin. I clench my jaw and teeth tight, muting the groans and cries from each lash of the whip.
Vincent looks over to Mack and gives him a nod. Mack stalks forward, slamming the riding crop hard on my crotch area and then across each of my legs that are still encased in fabric. One of my dad’s associates, Ryax, comes forward with sharp scissors and cuts the material off my legs, leaving me only standing in a pair of dark gray boxers.
Mack’s next swipe with the crop hits exposed flesh, the burning and sting of pain ensuring I have to bite down on my lower lip to keep from crying out. The fucker comes forward again and lets his fist fly at my face, aiming for my left eye. The impact jars my head back against the wood post. He rears back again with his giant fist and hits me again in the same eye; pain radiates in my eye socket. My vision blurs completely at the impact.
“Not so princely now, you son of a bitch. That’s what you get for hiding my son from me.” He punches me in my stomach and chest, my body wanting to curl up on itself with each hit but being prevented by the restraints.
I feel someone behind me, touching my back and dragging something sharp across my skin. I can’t turn my head far enough to see who it is and what they are using. My eye is already swelling shut and useless. I feel an instant sharp pain and the sting of multiple cuts on my lower back. I can hear someone laughing behind me, the sound feminine and filled with enjoyment.
One of my dad’s goons comes forward and strikes me in the jaw with his fist, making my head bounce back against the post behind me. He grabs my hair, holding my head immobile, and headbutts me hard across the forehead—the impact making my remaining vision falter and dizziness accosts me. The sound of laughter and enjoyment accost my ears, while pain sears through my body.
I can feel blood welling down into my good eye from the cut that opens up from the impact. He steps back and spits in my face; it slides down my cheek and jaw. I’m going to kill this motherfucker, the first chance I get.
Vincent moves forward again, this time with a hammer in his hand. Fear races through me; he’s going to bash my skull in with that hammer. I won’t survive a hit like that. I thrash against the restraints holding me. My skin clammy with the fear of what he’ll do next. He moves toward my left hand, strapped to the cross by my wrists. I can’t move it away from him as hard as I try; the leather cuff holds me firm.
“You are such a disappointment, boy. After everything I’ve given you, and yet you disobey me and lie to me.” He slams the hammer down on my clenched fist, and I feel bones break in my hand. I can’t keep my hand clenched with the pain, and he takes advantage and swings the hammer two more times, breaking and crushing two of my fingers. He turns the hammer to my chest area next. The hard impact on my ribs has a few of them breaking instantly, sharp pain has my breath stuttering in my lungs.
My breath is coming in slow pants; I can’t seem to draw enough oxygen with all the pain. My head is spinning between the blood loss, and shortness of breath—my remaining vision threatening to go out on me and leave me in darkness.
I fight against the urge to pass out, knowing that it won’t stop the punishment, it will just mean I don’t know what they are doing to me, but I’m barely hanging on. My mind wants to protect itself from all the pain and torture by shutting down.Close your eyes just for a moment, Theo. My mind begs.
“Get one of the whores!” I hear someone call. I can’t determine who the speaker is; alarm bells are ringing in my head. I feel my boxers being pulled down my battered legs and hitting my ankles.
“No, fuck no!” I gasp for air, panic rushing through me. I try to fight the restrains again, pain shooting from different parts of my body.Not this, anything but this!
“Shut your useless fucking mouth, you traitor.” Vincent grabs my hair and brings my face forward. “You will take everything I give you, or I will end you now.”
“No please!”
They drag one of the girls forward by the hair. I can barely make her out through the swelling in my eye, just a blur of naked skin and dark hair. The dizziness that’s hitting me is messing with my brain. I feel someone grab my flaccid cock and shove it into the girl’s wet mouth. She’s sobbing hard; I can hear her even if I can’t see her.
“No!” I try to scream again, but my voice is almost gone. I try to pull against the restraints and force my cock away from her, but it’s a weak attempt. It’s no use; someone has my cock fisted hard, squeezing me painfully and forcing the girl to take me in.No, fuck not this. Pain and humiliation I can handle, but not this. I can feel the girl's wet mouth sucking harder on me, trying to harden my uncooperative cock.
Someone’s clammy hands reach for my ass cheeks and pries them apart. The sensation of digits skating over my puckered hole, making nausea rise in my throat. A hard, thick finger forces its way past my clenched hole, a painful burning sensation filling my ass, and then the digit starts to fuck me mercilessly.
“Father!” I shout, my voice coming out hoarse and barely above a whisper. My mind and heart race, and panic surges through my whole body. Fight or flight racing through my confined body. My mind is begging me to fight back or shut down to protect us. To stop the pain, to stop feeling everything that is happening to us.
I can hear laughing all around us, my father and his associates enjoying the torture and my punishment. My whole-body shudders with disgust and rage. The smell of sweat and alcohol reaches my nostrils, and my stomach rolls. I gag, and my stomach empties down the side of my jaw and chest.
My head’s getting heavy with all the blood loss, the desire to fall into oblivion harder to fight. I have nothing left in me to fight with. I’m trying so hard not to pass out but it’s almost useless, my vision is almost completely gone and I can’t stop my head from spinning.
“You should know, Theodore, that as much as I loathe you, this doesn’t bring me satisfaction. If you hadn’t interfered with Mack’s family business and hid Carter, I wouldn’t be punishing you. You went to my enemy and defied me, Theodore. That cannot go unpunished son.” He slaps the side of my face hard with his own palm, the sound loud and echoing off the stone walls. What little of my breath I have left stutters further in my chest.
“Thank you for bringing Mia to my attention, son; you have made disposing of you so much easier. I won’t need you for an heir, after all. She will give me powerful sons to replace you. I will bring that defiant little bitch to her knees and keep her there.” He laughs and moves away from me. I can hear everyone else around us laughing with him.
“No!” It’s the last thing that comes from my mouth before my mind blacks out from the pain. My final thought is of Mia and what he will do to her once he gets his hands on her.
Fuck I have led her straight to him, a lamb to the slaughter. He will destroy her mind, body, and spirit.
