Chapter 28 - Twenty-Eight

Hello readers. This is a sensitive chapter. 

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He locked the door himself after saying that to her. Now she was afraid. Now, she felt the same feeling of what she had felt the night she tried to escape.

"I just told you how I felt." She whispered, eyes too fearful to look away and let the guard of sight down.

"I," he pointed to himself, "am a man high above many people and if my wife does not know how to be respectful to me, how am I to be respected by everyone else?" As calm as he was looking Alexis couldn't even think of how angry he might be on the inside.

"I do respect you-"

"Do you?!" He suddenly yelled at her face, cutting her off. "Because it certainly doesn't look like it."

A tear fell from her eye, showing how frightened she had gotten. God knew that she could pee her pants right now. She whimpered to herself, scared of the man standing inches away and yelling at her face.

She gasped as she felt it. Angelo moved forward and held the collar of her dress and tore the dress away, leaving her in bra and panties. She hurriedly tightened her stance to the defensive as she had no idea what was coming. He tore her dress away and moved to his study table. She was too scared now to look at what she was doing or even think of an escape.

He pulled her up as she sat on the ground covering her up. She was meant to fall on her face by the force he pulled her up with but didn't as he kept his hold strong on her.

Taking her hands back he cuffed them. She immediately knew that the chain wasn't of many lengths as her arms didn't even have a little movement.

"What are you doing?" She whispered fearfully but tried to glance from the corner of her eyes.

"Marking your mistake."

He pushed her on the desk face front and again rummaged through his drawers, coming back she saw it in his hands.

A lighter.

She tried to move from the table, kicking her legs everywhere in a haze of fear not focusing on the fact that kicking around wasn't helping. Angelo in return stepped forward and pressed his legs against hers, blocking the movements.

Taking the tip of the lighter he ran it on her warm body making her shiver. He kept doing so in light gestures. Alexis couldn't think straight, one minute he seemed to want to kill her and now he was playing her. He lightly grazed it on her panty, making her gasp out. This was not supposed to be sexual in her opinion. Is he trying to distract me? She thought.

Enough play, he thought. Just as predicted she had closed her eyes when he touched her privates but playtime was over. Now was the time when he delivered punishment, a punishment that she deserved for not respecting him when she should have. How was he supposed to live with the woman who didn't respect him and if he was not respected by his own then how were the people that meant to follow him going to do that?

He was merely setting an example. A bitter one that was going to leave marks. Hitting the button, the fire appeared on the tip and he inhaled the smoke. He waved the fire around, playing with its power. He lowered it down to her lower abdomen, he drew a line by the fire making her scream out in pain.

"Ahh! Stop please!" She cried out. Yelling at the top of her throat, feeling the burn. The pain was intensifying. She could even smell the burning of her skin. The horrifying smell went upon her nostrils making the sexual haze clear up. The smell was proof of the fact that he had burned her skin and had scared her through life.

"Please please stop.." she begged, crying while coming to terms with the pain. She kept on begging him. Her voice dying down but it didn't stop the pain which was increasing every second. "Please.." 

"Disrespect me once, I will give you another chance. Disrespect me again and I will make you face the consequences of it. It's time you know it." He whispered looking into her eyes. Oh those teary brown eyes, he loved looking into. Perhaps they look better this way.

"Please stop... Please." She begged, crying pathetically with the pain and fear that her mind was experiencing.

"No," he whispered, "You've done this twice and you didn't learn it the first time when Agatha told you. So now this is for the previous mistake that you made."

Agatha told me what?

She wanted to ask what but Angelo had already started his torture. He was playing with trying again bringing it close to her eye she yelled but he laughed and took it away. He played with it again but now on her flesh.

And near the area of the previous burn.

This was painful more painful than the previous one, maybe because the previous pain and this one had intensified the pain. She cried out again, yelled again, screamed and thrashed around, all she could think was someone save her from him.

He was having a headache from her yelling. He agreed that this was painful but she was wasting her energy by screaming, clearly she had no survival sense.

He took out the anaesthesia he had kept aside. Whatever the punishment was he didn't want his bride to be affected. Pushing the needle into her skin, he watched her helpless eyes dart around before rolling back.

Pulling her up, he went to her room and laid her down and left the room as the nurse and doctor went in. They had been on stand by as Agatha had heard the screams.

That's when he called her name.. Agatha had also made a mistake.