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‘We’re going to play a game, Tatiana.’ Tatiana knows it’s stupid to be obsessed with the cruel and arrogant Guest 17. But she can’t help it, even more than she can help obeying his every command…

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Tatiana’s Awakening: Chapter 8

To start at the beginning, Chapter 1 of ‘Tatiana’s Awakening’ is here.

Guest 17 let go of my chin and, like an automaton, I lifted my left palm. Tears smarted behind my eyes.

‘We’re going to play a game, Tatiana.’

I kept my eyes on him fearfully. I shouldn’t have obeyed his orders, I always knew it was a mistake. I should’ve just shouted at them until they kicked me off the boat. But now I was stuck here and I knew letting this bastard do what he wanted was the quickest way to make it stop.

‘I want to test which of these rulers hurts the most — the wooden, the plastic or the metal one. Which do you think is going to hurt the most, Tatiana?’

It goes without saying that I didn’t want to play his ‘game’.

‘The metal,’ I managed to say, through clenched teeth.

‘I think so too. Which do you think will hurt the least?’

‘The plastic,’ I guessed, wishing I knew where this was going. ‘But you have no right to hit me with any of them.’

Guest 17 ignored my defiance.

‘Let’s start with the plastic and see if you’re right. Keep your hand nice and still now. If you pull your hand away, that one doesn’t count.’

Guest 17 smiled at me nastily and I knew he was enjoying this. He was going to enjoy hurting me, the same as he enjoyed hurting the dolls and pushing them to their limits.

The plastic ruler hurt with a stinging thud. I jumped each time he hit me and kept my eyes on the wall straight ahead. The humiliation honestly hurt more than the pain. Why was I standing here, letting some asshole hurt my hand, because he wanted to punish me? I had no answers, yet I didn’t move.

He hit me ten times, methodically, and I didn’t squeak.

‘Let’s swap. Right hand now. We’ll see if you were correct about the pain.’ He grinned and picked up the wooden ruler, measured his range and swung it down on my hand. I squealed, involuntarily, and set my jaw. Yes. The wooden ruler definitely hurt more.

Tears were hanging hot and heavy behind my eyes by the time he reached ten on my right hand. I didn’t understand who this asshole was who thought he could just hurt me like this. I hadn’t squealed again though. I was determined not to give him the satisfaction.

‘Left hand again.’ He didn’t put the wooden ruler down though, and I glared at him.

‘You already did that hand! And I’ve had ten with the wooden ruler!’ I’d forgotten the golden rule of not arguing with people who have power over you.

‘I’m evening you up. Left hand, Tatiana.’

‘You can’t do this to me! You’re such an asshole.’

He chuckled, and I realised, humiliated that he was totally relaxed. Oh, he was enjoying myself all right.

‘I am doing this, Tatiana. I could hit you harder if I wanted to. I could slap your face if I wanted. I could chain you to that bed down there for the next 48 hours if I wanted to.’ He stroked the wooden ruler down the side of my face and my breath hissed in sudden fear that he’d hit me on the face with it. ‘Now. Left hand.’

I hated myself but I lifted up my left palm and the wooden ruler swung down, stinging even more than it had on my right.

‘Good girl,’ he praised. ‘See? Obedience feels so good when you get it right, doesn’t it?’

Embarrassed, I realised that my cunt was warm and getting wet again, either from the pain or from his words. Gods, it turned me on to be the centre of his attention, when he said something positive about me. I didn’t know why and I didn’t like it.

It was when Guest 17 reached out to pick up the metal ruler that I got scared. It was about an inch wide and it looked long and whippy, and I knew it was going to hurt on a whole different level to the wooden and plastic rulers. He stroked it down the side of my face, bringing it to rest just under my jaw.

‘Right hand.’

I couldn’t move. ‘Please don’t do this,’ I said quickly.

‘Right hand.’

‘Please Sir, don’t hurt me anymore,’ I begged, ‘I’ll be good. Please? I don’t want you to hit me with that one. Please?’

‘Right hand, Tatiana. Do it. It’ll be easier for you if you obey.’

As if in a weird dream, I felt myself lifting my right hand, palm up. I was so scared of how much the ruler would hurt, and I didn’t want to cry in front of him. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction.

‘Good,’ he praised. ‘That was very pretty begging. But you see, I want to hurt you.’

The ruler hit my hand before I saw it move, and it did hurt. Tears were streaming down my face by the time he finished with my right hand, there was a smarting strip of red across the middle of my palm.

‘Left hand.’

I changed my hands over without even thinking, already preparing for the pain. I didn’t understand how he could hurt me like this, I didn’t understand why he was enjoying it.

‘Good,’ he said, when he’d hit my left hand ten times as well with the metal ruler. Both of my hands were burning with the pain, and I’d given up on not making noises. I knew a humiliating whimper was coming from me each time the ruler landed.

‘Right hand.’

I was so embarrassed to be crying in front of him that I flipped. ‘No, you asshole! Shithead! Dipshit!’ I was so upset that my insults had even stopped making sense. ‘I’ve done enough.’

‘Right hand, Tatiana. I’m evening you up.’ I just glared at him. He spoke slowly, as if to an idiot. ‘How many times have I hit your left hand?’

‘Thirty,’ I mumbled.

‘How many times have I hit your right hand?’

‘Twenty, but that’s not…’

‘Fair?’ He finished for me. ‘I’m in charge. I don’t have to be fair. Right hand. Now. Now, Tatiana. Not next week. Move it.’

This was nothing, really, compared to the pain, humiliation and torture I learned later that Guest 17 could and would inflict. But I couldn’t disobey him and that was worse than the pain — or at least I thought it was worse than the pain until the heavy ruler landed on my hand one, two, three times and I knew he was deliberately hitting me harder now that he had before. But I just stood there in shock and took it.

‘Very good, Tatiana,’ Guest 17 praised again after another ten on my right hand. ‘We’ll teach you to be obedient yet. And to keep your tongue between your teeth.’

My hands hurt so badly as I clenched them into soft fists at my sides. It was demeaning to be hurt. It was even more demeaning that, once done, he just stepped away, calling at me back over his shoulder.

‘Get me a drink.’

Chapter 9 of ‘Tatiana’s Awakening’ is now here.

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