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The pain in her palms was excruciating but it was pleasurable in comparison to the pain in both of her feet. She couldn�t see anything yet but she could feel the ghoul�s eyes on her, examining her condition with great care like an artist looking over an unfinished painting with ideas flowing through his mind. Scarlett didn�t need to see to know that she was stuck in some way, it was sort of his theme, her helplessness and his power. It was a moment that she had been waiting for since their unfinished conversation which was the last time she had ever seen him in person, but she was at a loss for words. All that time to think of words that she could possibly have said to him and when the time finally came she was speechless. No words could describe for her the overwhelming emotions that filled her being. A mixture of love, hate, frustration, arousal, and pain all mixed around in her mind without a way to be tied together.
�Did you miss me,� the ghoul said, sensing that she had something to say.
Scarlett blinked hard and her vision began to clear. The first thing she noticed was the shape of her body�s positioning. Her arms and legs were spread wide in the shape of an X. Hmm he crucified me. Her vision gradually cleared more and she next noticed the blood running down her arms from her wrists and huge metal stakes sticking out of them. She didn�t even need to look down to know that the same was done to her feet. That was it for her; she turned and glared at the ghoul straight in the eyes with pure, unadulterated rage.
�I hate you, you sick sadistic fuck,� she cried trying hard not to move too much while yelling for fear that she�d rip her flesh on the stakes.
He just ignored her statement, looking at her with a grin like she didn�t even understand the motive behind her own words. He walked away to a black trash bag next to an adjacent tree, knowing that even when she told him how much she hated and loathed every fiber of his being she was truly explaining how much she loved him and everything that he tortured her with emotionally and physically made her happy even when she appeared sad. The very fact that he ignored her statement made her wild with passion. She felt so mixed up inside but relished the feeling and interpreted it as nostalgia. It took her back to previous meetings and times when he would aggressively make love to her during times when they were closer. She flashed to the last time she spoke to him:
�What have you done to me? I�m so addicted to you I find myself having cravings just to be near you and grab your attention?� she had said hoping he would hold her in his arms giving her some extent of tenderness.
But it never came. He just grinned, turned around and walked away, not to be heard from or seen again until now. It was some sick sadistic game of cat and mouse. Scarlett hated hard to get and the ghoul was the master of that game. He�d give her a taste of him and his nature and pull out just as quickly like a teasing mental fuck.
He reached into the bag and pulled out a shiny spiked tool. The look of rage upon Scarlett�s face turned to a look of longing. Those memories reminded her just how much she actually felt for this individual. Just the fact that he was here was strangely comforting and she wanted to prolong the visit as much as possible. He walked over towards her expressing revenge for her outburst. He untied the black fabric from around his face and covered her eyes with it before she could get a glimpse at his full face. Scarlett was taken aback by this. Of all their encounters, he had never cut off the one line of communication that they had with one another, their eye sight. What did this mean? Was it a last encounter? Or was he going to express feelings that he didn�t want Scarlett to witness with her eyes?
�What are you-, �Scarlett started but was interrupted by the ghoul�s lips connecting tenderly to hers. His lips were so soft and warm she felt she was melting in her body. He pulled away with a slight tug on her bottom lip with his teeth. She didn�t want to let go so she tried to lean forward in hopes of reconnecting to his lips but the stakes tore deeper into her flesh and she recoiled in immense pain. She wanted some way to be able to make him see how much she enjoyed him and wanted him to stay with her forever, but she knew that would only push him away further so she sat there letting the longing build up within her, knowing someday it would explode and she would not longer be able to contain her obsession. Before she knew it, a sharp piercing pain following the sound of breaking air and leather hitting flesh was felt on her collar bone. She gasped in pain only to have her sound cut off by another strike, this time to her stomach and lower torso. The sting was great and was followed by the dripping of liquid that cooled the warm skin that had just been struck. Scarlett was becoming lightheaded and weak from all the loss of blood and now the pain of the stakes was becoming unbearable especially accompanied by the new whipping sensation. She caught her tongue about to form the word stop but she quickly stifled this response, knowing she would deprive herself of what she loved if she gave up now. He whipped her mercilessly, on lash right after another. The rhythmic cracking of the whip hitting her flesh was hypnotizing and Scarlett found herself in trance like state. The entirety of her body was in wrapped in stinging pain. Her flesh burned so much she began to wonder if he would ever stop this. She began to quiver and her limbs went limp from exhaustion. There was not an inch of pale flesh now for it was all red and covered in blood. This seemed to last for hours. There was no way of knowing how long it actually occurred. Finally, Scarlett couldn�t take it anymore, �It hurts,� was all she could manage to mumble out.
�What�s that you say,� said the ghoul, getter close enough for his body to touch her sore flesh.
�It hurts,� Scarlett cried louder with a crack in her voice.
�Oh it hurts,� he said with a laugh, �It hurts, it hurts, it kills the children of Derry,� he mocked whipping her across the face.
Scarlett�s teeth began to clatter and her eyes began to water. The salty tears ran down her cheeks into her fresh wounds and intensified the pain.
�Why must you put me through all this? Why can�t you just give me what I need,� Scarlett cried hoping that there was some lingering bit of sympathy within in him from a time when he was more human than abomination.