"I-I am really sorry for everything. As you can see, I really lost it all now.
Even if you kill me here, no one will make trouble for you. If anything, I am sure they will thank you for it."
"I-I am really sorry for everything. You can punish me however you see fit. Even if you kill me here, no one will make trouble for you now."
Matt didn't give me any response; he just kept glaring at me. His gaze made me wish he would just hit me and be done with it.
But time kept ticking without him doing anything. He suddenly released his grasp, making me fall, fumbling into the couch.
"Stand up," Matt said, his voice cold and demanding.
I gathered my strength and meekly followed his command.
"Can you please at least stop seeing me like that?" I begged him, the glare I really could not stand. It reminded me too much of what happened in the past.
He had the same look in his eyes while he stabbed me in the stomach. My old scar started throbbing again; it felt searing hot like the knife was still there.
But Matt ignored my plea. Instead, he commanded, "Strip!"
I froze. I did tell him he could punish me in any way he wanted, but to think this was his request. I had already resigned myself; he had already seen how disfigured my face was. What worse could he see?
Despite thinking like this, my heart started beating like crazy. After all, I was still a maiden; no one had ever seen me completely naked before, not even when I was tortured.
My hand lingered in front of the clasp of my bra, not making any move as I hesitated. I expected Matt to yell at me again, but weirdly enough, he didn't do anything like that.
He just stood there patiently waiting for me. A minute, five minutes? I didn't know how much time had passed, but I finally started unclasping it. I instinctively caught the bra with my other hand and held it up.
I kept holding it while I started unbuttoning my jeans. The process was harder than I thought since I was only using one hand, but somehow, I still didn't want to let go of my bra as long as possible.
It took some time, but I succeeded in removing it. This was also the first time I saw my lower body after being tortured.
I let out a sigh of relief since, at least, it was almost unscathed. It only had a stab wound on the thigh, while the rest of my porcelain skin was still smooth.
This gave me a bit of confidence standing in front of him.
But then came the last part: removing my undies, letting my bra fall, and the last piece of clothing that hid my most sensitive parts.
I hesitated once more. I sneaked a peek at his face, and I could see he still had the same glare. I didn't know why, but this made me feel a bit disappointed.
I then turned my body since I wanted to avoid looking into his eyes. The hesitation disappeared as hopelessness started overwhelming me. I wondered now if he would kill me after he had his fun.
Well, at the very least, it was him. I could still accept it…
After I removed everything, I used my hands to cover my breasts and crotch. I wanted to turn back, but his order stopped me.
"Don't move, no matter what."
Then, I could hear his steps coming closer to me. They weren't slow or fast, but each step made my heart beat faster. I also felt something burning inside of me. I blamed this on the drug my sister Lucy had injected.
Worry started growing within me. "Be-before you found me, my evil sister injected me with something. I don't know what it is, but one of them is an aphrodisiac."
I hoped he wouldn't think less of me after knowing about it. But Matt didn't give me any response. Instead, I could feel him starting to remove the rest of the bandages on my body.
On the other hand, it reached all the way to my shoulder. I also seemed to have it covering part of my stomach.
"GYAAA!" I screamed in pain as I could feel his crude fingers touching my wound.
"I told you, don't move," Matt said, his voice filled with anger and a demanding tone.
"So-sorry."
"Turn around. I want to see all of it."
I took a deep breath, then closed my eyes and turned around. I felt conflicted now; I wanted to see his expression, but at the same time, I was also afraid of it.
What if he despised me? What if he was disgusted with me?
It's been so many years, but I guess my feelings for him were still the same, or maybe this was because of the circumstances?
After all, he was the only person left from my past, the one from when I still had everything.
I put down my hands, letting him see everything of me. Expectations then started growing in my heart. What would he do first? I hoped he wouldn't think of me as some kind of easy woman.
I was sure I was really wet down there now, all thanks to that stupid aphrodisiac! Well, that's what I convinced myself.
I could feel something coming toward me, but instead of his touch, I felt something cold, followed by stinging pain. But I still didn't open my eyes. I also bit my lips to keep from screaming.
Some time passed, but there was still nothing happening as I expected. I opened my eyes and saw his hands moving skillfully, taking care of all my wounds.
He then took out a syringe. "Lay down and show your back to me."