Alpha Razor King-Chapter 60: Bend Over.
**Isabella**
As the crack of the whip echoed through the room, I felt my heart lurch in my chest. Razor stood before me, his eyes cold and unyielding as he raised the horsewhip high in the air. A sob tore from my throat, my body instinctively recoiling from the impending pain.
"I can’t take any more," I whimpered, my voice barely audible over the sound of my racing heart. I struggled against the restraints, my whole body still sore from the previous beatings. I begged him, pleaded with him to stop, to show mercy. But his gaze remained cold, unmoved by my desperation.
Razor shook his head, a deep frown playing on his lips. "I can’t allow you to get away with this," he said. "But I’ll give you time to heal up before I whip you silly. See you in the morning."
With those words, he lowered the whip and turned away from me, leaving me chained up naked on the wall. I watched helplessly as he walked towards the door, a sinking feeling of dread settling in the pit of my stomach.
"Please," I cried out, my voice raw with pain and fear. "Don’t leave me like this. Don’t leave me chained up here."
But my pleas fell on deaf ears as Razor opened the door and stepped out into the corridor, leaving me alone in the darkness. Tears streamed down my face as I realized the depth of my troubles.
I hated him. I hated myself. And I hated the Moon goddess for cursing me with such a cruel alpha as my husband.
I closed my eyes, trying to block out the pain, the fear, the hopelessness. I prayed for a miracle, for someone to come and save me from this living nightmare. But deep down, I knew that no one was coming. I was alone, at the mercy of a sadistic monster who took pleasure in my suffering.
As the hours passed, I drifted in and out of consciousness. The night seemed endless as I stood there, unable to sleep. Every part of my body ached, a relentless fire burning within me. The pain kept me awake, tormenting me, reminding me of the hell I was in. I wished I could blame someone else, anyone else, but deep down, I knew that I had brought this upon myself. I had made the choices that led me here.
If only I had been a good girl, listened to my parents, maybe the Moon Goddess wouldn’t have let me fucking cross paths with someone like Razor. But it was too late for regrets now.
I couldn’t help but wonder about Cain. I knew Cross would probably be punished, but Cain? Razor might actually fucking kill him. I couldn’t even blame Cain for spilling everything; Razor must have tortured him.
Somehow, I managed to hold on until morning, but the pain in my body had only grown worse. Every limb, joint, back, neck, everything felt like it was on fire. And to make matters worse, I needed to pee badly, but I couldn’t even afford to jam my thighs together because my legs were chained.
Finally, the door opened, and my heart leaped in hope, almost making me lose control of my bladder. Thankfully, I managed to control my urge. Razor strode in, his presence filling the room with his mesmerizing and thick scent. He was dressed in a black tailored suit, already prepared for the day.
"How are you doing?" His voice was calm as he entered the room, his eyes scanning over me. Panic surged through me, and I began to thrash against my restraints in desperation, pleading for him to release me so I could use the bathroom.
He regarded me with a slight tilt of his head, seemingly unperturbed by my frantic movements. "Shut up," he said firmly . "Do I need to teach you to greet?"
"I’m sorry sir. Good morning." I continued to struggle, the urgency to relieve myself growing with each passing moment. "Please sir," I begged, tears welling up in my eyes. "I really need to go."
He ignored my pleas and instead moved closer, his eyes searching mine. "Do you remember our conversation last night?" he asked, his tone gentle but commanding.
I nodded, my heart sinking as I recalled his promise to punish me. "Yes sir," I whispered, fear creeping into my voice.
"Good," he nodded, his expression unreadable. "I’m glad you remember."
Please sir," I pleaded, my voice cracking with emotion. "I’ll be a good girl, I’ll be submissive, I’ll never disobey you again. Just please, don’t whip me."
He clicked his tongue, his expression unmoved by my desperate pleas. Without a word, he walked to the table and retrieved the keys to my restraints. My heart sank as he strode back towards me, the keys jangling in his hand.
As he released me from my chains, a wave of relief washed over me. Immediately, my legs were free, but they almost gave out beneath me. Thankfully, he caught me and carried me to the bathroom, setting me down gently on the ground.
"I’ll give you thirty minutes to freshen up," he ordered curtly. "I better see you naked, bending over that table when I come back."
His words brought fresh tears to my eyes, but I knew better than to argue. "Yes sir," I choked out, trembling all over.
"Get to it," he ordered before walking out of the bathroom, leaving me utterly devastated. I knew what to expect when he returned, and the thought filled me with dread. But I had no choice but to obey.
After relieving myself finally, I undressed and stepped into the shower, the warm water soothing my aching body. I scrubbed myself clean, trying to wash away the fear and humiliation that clung to me like a second skin.
After what felt like an eternity, I stepped out of the shower and dried myself off. I hesitated for a moment, dreading what was to come. But I knew I had no choice. I hurried and made my way to the table, bending over as he had ordered. Immediately, the door creaked open, my heart almost burst with fear from my chest.
