Alpha Razor King-Chapter 59: More Pain.

**Isabella**

My whole body was on fire, aching like hell from being bent in this position for what felt like an eternity. Tears had long since dried, leaving salty streaks on my cheeks, and my energy was depleted, drained by the relentless torment of the vibrator that kept me on the edge without allowing me the release I so desperately craved. It was torture, pure and simple.

The door finally creaked open, and my heart leaped into my throat. I knew it was him even before I caught a whiff of his scent—Razor, the brute who held me captive, the man who fucking took pleasure in my suffering. Maybe, just maybe, he was here to release me, to grant me some mercy from the agony.

"So, how are you doing, my darling wife?" His voice dripped with mockery as he asked.

I tried to convey my desperation, to beg him for mercy, but the fabric gagging my mouth stifled any coherent words. All I could manage were muffled pleas, drowned out by the buzzing of the vibrator between my legs.

Razor chuckled darkly and reached out, removing the blindfold, and fabric from my mouth with a rough tug. The sudden freedom to speak was almost overwhelming, but I gathered my strength and whispered, "Please, sir, have mercy. I can’t take it anymore. My whole body hurts, and I... Please, take off the vibrator."

He regarded me with cold, calculating eyes, as if weighing his options. Then, with a swift motion, he untied the vibrator and tossed it aside. Relief washed over me, but it was short-lived as he leaned in close, his breath hot against my ear.

"Mercy?" he whispered, his voice laced with malice. "You should know by now, my dear, that mercy is a luxury you can’t afford. You’re mine to do with as I please, and I have no intention of letting you go. Not after lying and deceiving me."

My eyes widened in fear, unsure of what he was talking about. Did he mean me going to the club without his permission? He crossed his arms over his chest and tilted his head.

"So tell me, Isabella, why did you lie about not knowing who Ian was?" His voice was calm, but there was an edge to it that made my heart race.

I was shocked, my lips quivering nervously as I tried to form an answer. My mind raced, searching for a way out of this situation, but I knew there was no escaping his piercing gaze.

"Cain told me everything," he continued, his tone softer now, almost pitying. "You were planning on escaping, courtesy of that bastard Ian." He paused, letting the words sink in before he leaned in closer, his cold eyes fixed on mine. "So tell me, Isabella, who’s that bastard to you?" 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his question. Ian was my ticket out, my chance at freedom from this suffocating marriage. But now, with Cain spilling the truth, I knew that chance was totally destroyed.

"He’s... he’s just a friend," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. "I never meant to... I just wanted..."

But he cut me off with a cold laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. "Just a friend? Isabella, you really think I’m that fucking naive?" His tone turned dark, and I could see the anger building in his eyes. "You were going to leave me, weren’t you? After all my warnings, you were just going to walk away?"

I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes, the fear consuming me. I never wanted to disobey him.....I just wanted to be free.

"I’m sorry," I whispered, my voice breaking. "I never meant to deceive. I just wanted... I just wanted to be free because I was scared." I broke down in tears.

He stood there for a moment, his eyes locked on mine, before he finally sighed and took a step back. "Isabella, you know I can’t let you go. You’re mine, now and forever."

The tears fell hard, streaming down my cheeks as I realized the magnitude of my mistake. I had ruined my chances of getting away from him, and now I had made him angry. How was I ever going to get out of this mess?

"I’m still waiting, Isabella," he said. "Who’s Ian to you, and I swear if you fucking lie to me..."

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest. I was chained and trapped on the bed, there was no way to escape this question.

"He... he was my... my first boyfriend ever..." I stuttered, fearing his reaction.

I began to tremble all over as I saw his eyes grow dark and menacing.

"Razor, please, I’m sorry... please."

"Do you love him?" he asked in a cold and unforgiving voice.

"No... no, sir..." I shook my head forcefully, hoping that he wouldn’t doubt me.

"Were you having an affair with him?" His voice was like ice, cutting through me.

"No... sir, please believe me, I wouldn’t dare, I swear... please..."

He threw his head back, glancing at the ceiling before fixing his gaze back on me. "When did this all start?"

"It was during that time you took me to the mall. I met him at the ice cream counter, and we both exchanged numbers..." I hesitated before continuing, telling him how we met up at the Diamond restaurant and began planning my escape with Cain.

"You’re really a stubborn girl, Isabella," he sighed in disappointment. "But if I have to fucking break you until you listen like a good little pup, then I will."

I broke down in tears, sobbing uncontrollably as the reality of my situation sunk in. I was trapped, helpless, and at his mercy.

"Come on now, let’s get you cleaned up... so we can get to the next phase of your fucking punishment," Razor said coldly, unchaining my legs and arms before lifting me bridal style and carrying me into the bathroom.

I wailed and pleaded, but my cries fell on deaf ears as he bathed me with a roughness that made me shiver in fear. After some agonizing minutes, he finished and carried me back to the room, but this time, he didn’t take me to the bed. Instead, he chained me to the wall. I was horrified.

"So let’s begin, shall we?" he mused, picking up a horse whip from the nearby table.

I closed my eyes, bracing myself for what was to come.