My Evil Boy Toy-Chapter 275: Chained and Beaten

Bursts of tearing pain throbbed through my head. It felt so heavy and I could feel the dizziness starting to kick in. My mind started to race, half panicked and half determined.

It was too painful, yes. There must be an end to this suffering, there must be a way to make it stop. I thought to myself. I held the tip of my fingers against my temple, massaging it gently. It was merely touching it since my hands were both chained.

The torture and the beating started as soon as they chained me up. They never asked me anything, nor threatened me. They just keep on punching me with their bare hands.

One deep breath followed by another, and surely the pain could not be ignored even if I tried.

I was exhausted, both because of the pain and having to deal with it, but I didn’t really have a choice. It was completely my decision to surrender to the enemy. I knew something like these would happen, but still I wanted to see Peggy’s foster father.

I could endure the pain because for me, it was nothing. The torture was nothing compared to what I had been through. From the day they murdered my mother, I suppressed the feeling of grief. I wanted to forget everything to the point that it could never be erased from my memory.

The more I wanted to forget, the more I kept seeing those images in my head. It was painful. I kept on seeing my mother’s face while she lay on that table lifeless.

The worst thing was I didn’t even get a chance to say goodbye to her. I woke up a week after she was buried. I felt so hopeless and weak. It was the same feeling when Peggy got stabbed and we lost Mireya. I felt useless.

I looked at the guy who landed a few punches on my face. He was around six foot two inches tall. He looked like a sumo wrestler with tattoos all over his body. His face had a long scar from his forehead across his left eye down to his upper lip. His shaved head was shining from sweat because the room where I was, had only one small window that even a small child would not fit in.

"This one is tough." The man said.

The other person in the room was sitting on a metal chair watching the big guy torture me. He had black curly hair and unlike the other guy, he looked like a normal person. He didn’t have any visible tattoos and he was wearing casual clothing.

"Just keep on beating him. The boss said do not stop unless he said so."

"Do you know who’s this guy? I’m not even sure why we needed to torture him without getting anything. What if he breaks? I don’t want to get in trouble." The big guy said.

The guy with black hair sighed. "I heard he’s the husband of boss’ daughter."

"You mean Margaret Miller?" The bald guy asked.

"Yeah. I don’t know the other details so don’t ask. Just follow the order but do not kill him. You have to keep him alive."

The guy with black hair left and the bald one started to punch me in the stomach.

The pain continued. Every punch I took felt like my insides were exploding. I didn’t even know how many times he punched me. I lost count already.

My vision got blurry and my knees started to tremble. My eyes wanted to close on their own but I kept on telling myself that I needed to stay awake.

I remembered Princess Catherine, Peggy’s mother. For more than two decades, he was locked up, tortured and beaten by the enemy. She was never treated like a human by her husband, Benjamin Miller. If she survived all those torments, I definitely had to endure everything to stay alive.

The big guy wiped his hands with a towel and then stretched his fingers. He shook them off in the air and then massaged them. If I were to punch someone without stopping, my hand would feel numb. But the guy seemed fine.

He looked at me and smirked. Ah! If I could escape from here, I’ll kill this son of a bitch.

He took the black gloves from the stainless table full of different equipment. Knives, hooks, brass knuckles, a whip with a sharpened metal end, and a bat with nails in them. There was a gun among as well.

The guy took a black gloves and brass knuckles. He was glancing at me while putting them on. I was supposed to be scared but I didn’t feel anything like that.

I didn’t feel excited either so I couldn’t say that I enjoyed the pain. I’m not a masochist or sadist. It’s just that I waited for this to happen. I felt like I deserve it.

"Don’t hold grudges against me. I’m only following orders." The guy said with a huge smile on his face. freёwebnoѵel.com

He shouldn’t be telling me anything. The mafia had no remorse toward anyone. They kill without reluctance. Most were just following orders but they kill because they were trained for that.

"Just do what you do best." I smirked.

I saw the guy frown. I knew he was thinking I was crazy provoking him, but I couldn’t help it. The pain was making me stronger and the more I felt it, the more I wanted to stay alive.

The guy didn’t say a word and walked toward me. He tilted my face and I thought he would punch me again. I waited but his fist didn’t land on my cheek.

My knees trembled when I felt a heavy blow in my stomach. I coughed and gasped for air. As I breathed out, blood came from my mouth.

"I don’t want to ruin your pretty face. Let’s ravage your insides more. It wouldn’t be visible." He said before giving me another blow in my belly.