Chapter 7

• CASSIEL'S POV
• The silence.
• The silence was deafening, almost as if you had gone deaf because not even the chattering outside the room could be heard.
• The tension was suffocating, too tensed to breathe in. The tension could be penetrated by a knife, slicing through it.
• I stood indifferent before the judge and everyone present in the courtroom, my heart heavy with the weight of my decision. An impulsive decision I made just to escape the living hell I called a life, the hell everyone called marriage.
• I call it ‘My personal hell.'
• As the handcuffs closed around my wrists, I felt a sense of relief wash over me.
• I was led away, I didn't look back… I didn't want to. I didn't even bother to glance at Arella, but I could feel his stare on me, harsh and painful.
• I was made to wait outside the courthouse for the vehicle to come over, flanked by two officers each on my side preventing me from escaping.
• Arella walked out of the courtroom, he didn't spare me a glance as he made his way down the stairs below. His face was expressionless, neutral, as if I meant nothing to him. And maybe I didn't.
• Kira, on the other hand, was beaming with joy. She couldn't even contain the happiness radiating off her like a sickening aura. She trailed after Arella, her eyes fixed on him admiringly and adoringly.
• "As expected of them" I mumbled to myself, rolling my eyes.
• I watched as the car drove away, feeling a pang of….something. No, not sadness, and definitely not regret. Maybe it was just a sense of closure.
• "Let's go." The officers nudged me, and I quietly followed them to the waiting van, leaving the courthouse and my old life behind.
• I was finally free, at least would not trapped by Arella.
• ***
• Life has always found a way to make living harder for me since I got married to Arella. Just like now, we arrived at the supposed prison.
• I thought I knew what to expect. A cell, cold, dark and unforgiving. Steel bars and fluorescent bulbs. But where we are heading to was the opposite of what I had thought, my heart sank a bit.
• This was a prison…. No, it's not. It seems like…. A basement.
• What the heck!
• This is a basement! What am I doing here? Aren't they supposed to take me to an official prison?
• I became alert and almost scared, "What is this place? Why am I here?" I demanded, trying to keep my voice steady. "I'm supposed to be in jail, not…not some private residence."
• One of the officers shrugged. "You're sentenced to a year home arrest, and Mr. Arella is to decide where you will stay for the remainder of the year. And you'll be serving your sentence here, in his basement."
• My mind reeled. Arella's basement, I'm trapped, truly trapped.
• The officers removed the handcuffs from me, I rubbed on my wrists trying to process this new reality. I thought I had escaped him, only to find out otherwise, and I was even more trapped than ever.
• The basement was dimly lit, with stone walls and cold concrete floor. A single bed sat in the corner, with a small bathroom adjacent. It was…sparse.
• The horrible memories of Arella playing with me in the basement came back to me, and just then, a voice broke the silence in the night
• "I specially arranged this place for you. Are you satisfied?" Arella appeared at the entrance.
• My eyes widened, I saw him walked to the long table on the eastern corner of the basement and came back with a wand in his hand.
• "I checked the surveillance camera from that day. You're innocent, you didn't do it, but you admitted to the criminal charges. Why?"He locked me to the bed, with two chains around my feet.
• I hardly pressed my lips with each other, and that gave him a hint that I wouldn't speak, right away, I regretted pushing Arella to his limit after he ripped my clothes, leaving me naked for his eyes to feast on.
• . I wanted to close my legs, but he moved faster to place his thigh in between my legs, stopping me from hiding my cunt from him.
• Arella turned the violet wand, and its electrocuting sound made me flinch. Arella turned it off, and trailed that motorized bdsm equipment on the softness of my neck, down between my boobs. Arella turned it on, and the device emitted an electric shock that pierced through my skin, making me gasp.
• It wasn't that painful, but still stings.
• Arella hardly dragged the device and drew a circle around my nipple before he turned it on again, but this time around, it remained on, and so the device kept shocking my skin, and its prolonged stay on that part of my chest soon hurt me to the point where tears had escaped from my eyes.
• "Are you going to talk now?" Arella patiently asked after switching off the violet wand.
• Gritting his teeth in anger, because he can't get what he wants from me, Arella spread my legs with his thighs and the shackles on my ankle left me helpless as he thrust the electricuting wand inside of my cunt, pushing and pulling it inside of me while it was on, which keeping me electrocuted and in pain the whole time.
• Arella only stopped tormenting me with the bdsm equipment after my body started to convulse and I had an orgasm.
• "You don't want to talk? Do you want this hard for both of us? Fine. I'll be visiting you every day for a year and make sure that every BDSM equipment will be used on you until you speak and say what I want to hear you say," Arella said like an oath before he threw the violet wand to the floor and left me all alone in the basement.
• "You've survived that devil for two years. You'll survive another year with him, Cassiel. Just hang on," I whispered as I curled up on the bed to somehow protect my naked self.
• One thing that Arella was good at was keeping his promise. He came into the basement every day to torture me with his sex devices. Everything that he used to me hurt at first, but my body became accustomed to it, and those tortures no longer hurt the way they used to.
• I closed my eyes and kept still on top of the bed when the basement door opened. I was already naked.
• "What a damn sight. You know what, I'm starting to like how obedient this basement has turned you into." Arella was circling my nipple with his fingers, his hand keep sliding down to play with my vagina.
• "It had been a year," Arella suddenly said, “Do you know what does that mean?" Arella asked.
• My eyes turned to him. "You are free to go," he finished.
• Arella patted my head as if I were a dog that he was not scared of, even when I looked like I was going to bite him.
• "I will let go of you; you'd be free on one condition, though."
• "What's your condition?" I asked. After a year of silence, I finally spoke up.
• "It's Kira and I's wedding tomorrow. If you badly want to leave this place." Arella looked around and then his eyes settled on me again, "Then you must attend our wedding, ex-wife."