Hellish Night

Miel dried and combed Emma's hair, then tied her wrists to a chain hanging from the ceiling, pointing to the chamber pot, which she could just about reach.

Miel stroked Emma's hair, affectionately kissed her charge with a hint of worry and sadness in her eyes, before leaving without a word.

Exhausted, Emma lay down and quickly fell asleep.

Right in the middle of her sleep, whiplashes woke her. She panicked. She tried to understand. The guard was there. He took advantage of her leaping forward, screaming and begging, to pull her wrists so she would be exposed to his blows, which fell without a word from her torturer for more than ten minutes.

When he finished, he ran his whip over Emma's breasts. She was panting; she felt wet, so good despite the pain.

• Do you like that? You'll love what happens next.

He unzipped her pants as she tried to recover, and he literally **** her, knocking the breath out of his victim under the **** of his assaults.

• Um, you're wet as a female dog, the guard sneered hoarsely, his fingers digging cruelly into Emma's hips to keep her from writhing.

She gasped, the chains rattling furiously against the hook in the ceiling as he took her with mechanical brutality, each thrust of his hip propelling her against the wood of the canopy.

She was breathless, she was panting, she had often dreamed of a stranger coming to take her in her room, but this was beyond anything.

The guard's breath was hot and ragged against Emma's neck as he finished with a grunt, tightening his grip one last time before pushing her away.

The chains violently shook her wrists as she collapsed forward, her knees hitting the cold stone floor with a thud. Tears blurred her vision, her body trembled with shock, each breath causing pain in her ribs.

The guard adjusted his pants with a satisfied smile, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before crouching in front of her. He grabbed her chin, forcing her to meet his dark, amused, remorseless gaze.

• See you soon, sleep well.