The Sweetest Temptation
Chapter 163: Caving

Chapter 163: Caving

"Aww....i knew you like it rough Damien. You’re quite freaky but it’s nothing I can’t handle." Alina laughed at him, spitting the blood onto the concrete floor while she raised her chin and locked stares with him.

Damien sighed. He couldn’t wait to wipe the smugness out of her face.

"Oh you have no idea how freaky I am Alina. Once I’m done with you, you will be begging and screaming my name and trust me it would be out of pain and not pleasure."

Damien grabbed her chin roughly and she winced at how harsh his grip was.

He glared at her with renewed hatred, the gears running through his head and probably fighting with himself why he didn’t kill her when he had had the chance and why he had gone through this fake dating charade in the first place.

"How sweet. Can’t wait then." She spat out.

"Since you like your face so much, maybe I should destroy it first." Alina’s eyes bulged out with fear and Damien chuckled,

"You wouldn’t dare!" She glared at him.

Damien’s eyes narrowed at her, the challenge getting under his skin. The corners of his lips twitched at her, her body tensing out of fright as an evil smirk played across his lips.

When he finally spoke again, the words sent shivers along her spine.

"Why? Apart from this face you’re afraid yo have nothing to offer? Your vixen title would be lost? You would go back to being the lonely pathetic little girl no one loves?

No one would love an ugly duckling Alina. It’s that what you’re afraid of? But your looks shouldn’t matter.

Look at me, despite my face Beatrix loves me. Can’t say the same for you."

Alina’s heart beat fast and her face paled as she watched Damien walked away from her and nearing a rack of numerous tools, instruments and weapons that were probably use to torture someone.

His hand flaked over handles of knives before nearing the end of the rack and selecting a small knife.

Her breathing was uneven and her heart continued to beat heavily in her chest.

Damien’s eyes averted to her form from the whip.

"So you’re now into knife play? Kinky."

Damien ignored her as he played with the sharp edge of the knife.

"You know I used love caving things when I was young. I will pick a wood and cave something on it. Anything. Now I can’t wait to cave your face.

Alina felt a chill run down her spine as she watched Damien play with the knife. His words were cold and menacing, and she knew she was in danger.

She had always known Damien had a dark side, but she had never seen it directed towards her.

Damien’s eyes trace over her face body, resting on her cobalt irises,

"Where should we start?," his words haunt her , the sound of his boots and the water dripping as he strode towards her had her senses on high alert.

Alina didn’t like how she couldn’t read him to see if he was serious about caving her face or not.

He whistle a tune as he played with the knife. Alina

pried herself from her thoughts as she couldn’t see him now, her lips parting as she let out a shaky breath.

His eyes were on her face ,and the mischievous and evil glint in his eyes made her clenched her jaw, her hands shaking in the restraints.

Damien’s eyes trace over her face body, resting on her cobalt irises,

The dagger in his hand sliced her across the face, the burning sensation lingering.

Alina hardly felt it. She thinks this is due to the fact her adrenaline was coursing through her veins, preparing for what is coming since he selected his weapon of choice.

However, the next one that followed quickly after, she winced, the pain radiating from the point at which the knife bites into her skin.

A normal cut, maybe that is something an individual can mentally get through by pulling out of their own awareness, every sense fading to black. Not this type of cutting. With the strength and brutality of each slice, her skin breaks and warm blood trickles down her skin, fearing that he’s going to cause irreversible damage.

Tears have built in her eyes and soon, she could no longer keep them back. They fell freely, tasting their saltiness as they trail down her cheeks and over her lips, parting them to breath out under the stress of the torture. The bridge of her nose stings now, more tears coming in a second wave as his slices cause immense pain on her face.

Nothing has prepared her for this inhumane torture. She guessed there was no more room for her face to take the punishment. He was leaving each inch of her face with open wounds and once the creamy surface is stained red, he moves to the next unmarred area. Releasing whimpers, her cries increasing in volume, her entire face stinging in such intense pain.

She could feel the blood, some wounds now trying to dry and clot, while in other wounds, fresh liquid brought about a fresh scream to be ripped from her lungs.

Damien chuckled as he moved the knife over some of the first slices he gave her, a whole new level of pain making her eyes cross and see tiny black dots.

Her breathing was very ragged, almost gasping for fresh air from her mouth as cries also spilled out.

She didn’t know if he had finally stopped or her body was just numb now... she can’t feel anymore slices...there were no more cutting. He was moving away. She heard water running, he was probably washing his hands.

When he stopped in front of her, her chin was practically tucked down against her chest, conserving the small amount of energy still viable within her spirit.

She could hear his own audible breathing, knowing exactly how close he was.

Soon though, she felt his breath fanning her face when he suddenly grabbed her chin and lifted her face to meet his.