Boyfriend Let His Side Chick Ruin My Painting, Now He Regrets. novel Chapter 33

I looked around the dimly lit room and it looked like a torture cell. There were chains hanging from the ceiling and there were a number of various shaped dangerous looking knifes and tools dangling on the dirty wall.

My blood ran cold as I realized that I'm here for a purpose matching the contents of the room.

My heart was erratic and blood drummed in my ears. When he holds my arm and dragged me towards the table on the side. He picked me up and laid me on the table. I was thrashing in his hold to get away from here when he back handed me.

I felt a stinging pain on my left cheek. And I became numb for a moment. When, I realized that he hit me. He had already bound my wrists and ankles with the cuffs to the corners of the table.

My face was still bent to the side by the impact of his slap, my hairs were covering my face. He removed my hairs from my face and I flinched.

I started to cry, no longer letting the fear numb my senses. I was being honest now no more courage, no bravery. I just wanted to Do one thing now that is to run away from him.

He left the room. And I laid there crying. I hope he won't come back. But his eyes spoke clearly that he is going to do something worst to me. All the possibilities of him hurting me run through my mind, and I was breathing heavily now. After a while.

The door flew open. My heart start beating faster when I saw Andrew came in holding a box.

He then marched towards me with an evil glint in his eyes. And I started trembling. He cupped my chin harshly and spoke.

"Today I'll punish you in such a way that you will never forget who you belong to. You are my property and you will remain mine forever."

He seethed and left my chin harshly and moved towards the box. He opened the box and pulled out a rod like stick and I gasped in dread when I saw a red-hot metal that blazed brightly to reveal Andrew's name (Andrew) at the other end of the stick.

I started thrashing violently when he put back the stick in the blazing coal box. He spoke.

"You know I love branding my property. It gives me pleasure." He stated.

He spoke in a soft mischievous voice. And I trembled in fear.

"P-please just leave me. Do not hurt me. Let me go. Please..." I cried.

He smiled evilly, and marched towards the wall with knives. He roamed his hands on the wall. I could hear the clinking sounds of the knives. Then he came towards me. I was breathing heavily now.

When I felt a tug at my shirt I felt him tear the cloth of my shirt from the shoulder. I shrieked in fear and started thrashing.