Chapter 4 Four

(LORRAINA'S POV)

He tossed me on the cold floor like I was nothing,no more than a forgotten object in his path, like I was nothing but a piece of furniture in his warpath.

My back slammed against the tiled ground with a sickening crack. My breath caught, lungs burning, as his hand finally released my throat.

I coughed violently, tears crawling down my face. I had known pain before, but this pain was something else.

Something deeper.

Sharper.

It wasn't just physical,this pain lived in my soul, rattling something I hadn't realized was breakable.

He married me for revenge. Not love. Not duty. But revenge. And I thought I escaped from my cruel family not knowing I walked into a trap laid by him.

And for what? For a man who had never even seen me as his daughter? Gabriel didn't care if I lived or died. I was nothing to him. Wouldn't Levander have known that if he had just looked a little deeper?

His eyes never left mine,those cold, unreadable eyes, sharp as knives, filled with something darker than hatred. I turned my face away, tears pooling, heart pounding.

"Why?" I asked, my voice breaking.

"Why am I being punished for his crimes?"

Levander crouched down beside me, and the smirk that curved his lips made my stomach churn.

"Because you're his daughter," he replied smoothly. "And his sins... determine your fate."

Then he grabbed me,so violently it stole the breath from my lungs,twisting my arms behind my back until I cried out.

"I don't care!" I screamed, my voice raw. "I'm not Gabriel! I don't even know what he did!"

I didn't care what he did next. I was too tired to shrink anymore.

But Levander didn't care either.

He slammed me against the wall so hard the world spun. My vision blurred as pain exploded through my shoulder. My hair clung to my face, strands wild and sticky with sweat and tears.

"You don't speak unless I let you," he growled, his voice like gravel.

"I'm your wife!" I shouted again, using every last ounce of my voice.

He chuckled,a hollow chuckle, making a bitter sound that lacked no trace of humanity. He has none anyways.

"You're not a wife. You're not even a woman. You're mine. A fûcking slave."

"No..." I whispered. My spirit cracked, but I held on, not giving up yet.

In a single motion, he tore the nightdress from my body. The thin fabric split like paper. I gasped,without thinking I covered myself with my arms, but he didn't even pause-he lifted me again, as though I weighed nothing.

What is he doing?

"It hurts Levi!"His sister's voice echoed in his head, triggering him more.

He threw me onto the bed like I was a possession.My body hit the mattress hard and I lay there stunned, trembling, my hair whipping around my face, my chest exposed, my breath shallow and shaking. Only a silk strip of undergarment remained, clinging to my skin,an item his mother had insisted I wear.

Was she aware of what he was about to do?

He wasn't finished.

He pulled a tie from his pocket and forced my wrists together, binding them before I could resist. My hands were too weak to fight, too dazed to act.

"Please..." I whispered.

"Don't do this." My voice cracked. I searched his face for even a flicker of mercy. There was none,it was filled with darkness and there's no way he'd show any mercy.

He walked over to the drawer, opened it, and took out a pair of handcuffs. I shook my head, silently pleading, but my voice had abandoned me.

He cuffed my wrists to the headboard. The cold metal bit into my skin.

"You're hurting me!" I cried, trying to wriggle free. "Please!"

But he didn't flinch. He didn't stop. He wasn't listening.

"I beg you... don't do this. I'm not responsible for anything. I'm innocent."

Still nothing.

Tears streamed endlessly down my face as I stared up at the ceiling. The room was silent-soundproofed like a prison. My screams would go unheard.

He leaned over, close enough for me to feel the heat of his breath.

"Innocent?" he repeated, like the word offended him.

"Then scream louder."He slapped my tits loudly, harshly, making them bounce. Then I grabbed the right one and squeezed so hard.

Oh gawd, it hurts.

"Scream wifey, scream"He muttered,tears rolled down my cheeks.

"You're torturing me..."I whispered and he slapped my breasts so hard that it bounced.

"I want you to feel nothing but pain"He squeezed my nipples together.

"Ouch....Arghhh!!"I screamed,he didn't stop squeezing and slapping,the more I screamed the more he squeezed more.

Then he tore off the last thing covering me-my panties. I sobbed, twisting in the cuffs.

"AHH! Don't! I'm not ready... please, I'm not ready!" I pleaded.

He removed his clothes, slowly, methodically. My heart raced. I shook my head over and over, as if denial could make it all disappear.

"No... please, don't do this," I cried, desperation clawing at my throat.

He slapped my chest hard, his hands unforgiving.

"Scream!" he growled. "I wanna hear you scream!"

"Ow! It hurts!" I gasped.

He poured cold water from the jug on the dresser over my chest. I shivered, my body convulsing from shock, pain, and terror. His eyes,wild and vengeful, were locked onto me like prey.

"Please don't..." I cried again. "Please."

He yanked me roughly, turning me on the bed until my arms were crossed behind me and my body lay twisted. My bare back was exposed to him,my butt shot out to him, my legs trembling.

Then he spanked me-hard. Sharp pain shot through me as I cried out, the sound echoing in my own mind, my tears flowing faster.

"Arghhhh!"I screamed out. His eyes on my honeypot staring at it, almost tempted to slide himself inside me and fûck the hell out of me but he held it back.

The cuffs cut deeper into my skin.

"You're hurting me! Please!" I begged, the pain overwhelming.

He smiled. He fûcking smiled in satisfaction at what he did.

"Your father did this to a woman like you. He raped her. Stabbed her. Murdered her. After he used her over and over."

His words felt like knives, which made my heart stop beating for some seconds.

"Do you know how it feels now?" he whispered.

"And you thinking I would fûck you,you are wrong,I hate you to the extent that I won't even ride you,but I'll torture you,give you pain, and every clip would be sent to your father,a promise from Levander Smith"

I couldn't speak. My body was drenched in sweat, trembling from head to toe. My hair clung to my bruised back. My wrists throbbed. My soul ached. I was so tired,my breath getting back to normal.

I have never experienced this kind of pain in my life. Not even when Gabriel,my wicked father denied me. Not when my stepmom called me a mistake.Not when my sister envied me and stole my test result, giving me her own and I couldn't fight.This was pain,the pain that left no part of me untouched.

He uncuffed me with one sharp click and I collapsed onto the bed, limp and broken, barely able to breathe. My body didn't move, just my eyes staring at him blankly.

He didn't speak.

He didn't glance back at me.He walked out, leaving me in pieces.