Revenge After Divorce by Black Rose

OLIVIA A tremor ran through my body as I saw him coming closer, his hand gripping another needle. I had cto fear both needles and Xander, for they had been the instruments that broughtto this terrifying place. The thought of either one made my skin crawl. My muscles, once eager to run, now felt like they were trapped under thick layers of cement, unmovable and heavy.

"Please, Xander," I begged, my voice strained with desperation. “We don't have to do this. We can talk about it. There is no need to go this far." He didn't even flinch at my plea. He stood still for a moment, his expression a cold mask of indifference. Then, as though the thought amused him, he chuckled softly.

"Con, Olivia. This needle? It's not going to hurt you. It's going to make everything much more interesting. You will be numb; you won't feel any pain. I promise," he said, his voice laced with a twisted reassurance.

How could I trust anything he said? Xander was a man of lies and deceit, a man who revelled in power and control. He knew well that his words meant nothing. And yet, here I was, with no way to stop him. He kept moving around me, circlinglike a predator, and I fought to stay still, my mind racing.

"What are you planning?" I wanted to scream, but the words choked in my throat.

Xander's movements slowed as he positioned himself behind me. “I have to inject this into your back. You wouldn't want to make this harder on yourself, would you? I stared at the floor, unable to respond. My mind raced with panic. What was he trying to do? Was he planning to paralyze me, to trapin a state of permanent helplessness? Why did he need to numb me? Was he going to makesuffer in ways I couldn't even imagine? He made another move toward me, and instinctively, I tried to push him away, to break free from his hold. But my body, weak and uncooperative, failed me. His eyes flashed with anger.

"Look," he snapped, his voice cold and harsh, "if you're going to keep resisting, then I will just do this the hard way. I will skip the needle and go straight to the pain. Is that what you want? To feel everything, every agonizing moment? You think you can handle that kind of torture?" His words hitlike a slap to the face, and the truth behind them sent a chill down my spine. Xander was no longer the man I thought I knew, he was something darker now, a side of him I had never witnessed before. A monster, lurking just beneath the surface. It was true what people said, that everyone had two sides. And I had just awakened the evil side of Xander. I couldn't escape it.

"Well...?" he pressed, his gaze unwavering. "What's it going to be?" I hesitated, the fight draining fromwith every second. What choice did I have? The fear of the unknown, of what he would do next, gnawed at my insides, but I couldn't bear the thought of the pain he threatened. It was a twisted sort of mercy, I realized.

With great effort, I stopped struggling. My body trembled as I leaned forward, resigning myself to what was about to happen. I would rather endure the numbness now and let the sedative or whatever it was wear off later. I had to endure somehow.

The needle pressed against the skin of my lower back, and could feel the cold metal puncture my flesh. A sharp, stinging sensation followed. My eyes fluttered shut, and I bit my lip to keep from crying out. The tears canyway, rolling down my cheeks as I tried to hold on to whatever small piece of myself was left. The pain I feared the most was now replaced with an eerie numbness, spreading through my body, dulling my senses. I felt 1/2 +25 BONUS Chapter 250 detached, floating somewhere far from this nightmare, but the knowledge that it was only temporary haunted me.

When Xander was finished with the injection, he moved aroundagain, stepping away with a deliberate slowness that made my pulse race in anticipation of what was to come. He approached his tools with a calm, almost methodical air, each instrument he examined as though it held ssecret, spower. He picked up one tool after another, inspecting them with a twisted curiosity, before finally settling on a small scalpel and a pair of tweezers. I watched, my heart hammering in my chest, wondering what his plans were for those.

A horrible realization hitwhen he turned towardagain, his eyes cold and gleaming. He moved to where I lay, and suddenly, without a word, he grabbed hold of my foot. My mind screamed in protest, and for a moment, thought he was going to cut off my toes, or worse, my whole foot. The horror of the thought grippedtightly, and my heart threatened to leap out of my chest.

But instead of severing my foot, Xander's focus was on my left foot, and more specifically, my big toe. My body. stiffened, bracing for the worst as he held my toe firmly in place, but it wasn't as violent as I had feared. He was simply... cutting my toenail, completely removing it from my toe.

Tears welled up in my eyes, and they fell freely down my cheeks as I watched him take his time, almost savouring the act, I wasn't in pain, not ve physically, anyway. But my body knew that if I weren't numb from the injection, the pain would have been unbearable. The thought of what he was doing to me, what he could have been doing to me, sent a wave of nausea through me.

Xander seemed to take pleasure in the process. He worked with slow precision, carefully trimming and removing the toenail, inspecting it like a scientist fascinated by sgrotesque specimen. He made sure to prolong each cut, each movement, as if drawing out the misery of it. It was as though he revelled in my helplessness, in the way I was reduced to a mess of tears and snot, crying out silently in my own mind, while my body remained unable to do anything but lie there, frozen.

I could barely hold myself together.

The humiliation, the fear, the sense of violation, I could feel it all deep within my chest. The numbness of the m sedative didn't protectfrom the emotional torment. It only made it worse. The reality of my situation, of what Xander was capable of, was sinking in, and the horror of it clawed atfrom the inside. I could feel myself breaking, one small piece at a time, with each stroke of his scalpel and each agonizing second that passed. I wanted to scream, to fight back, to make him stop. But all I could do was cry, my body trembling with the effort to resist, even though I knew I had no strength left. No control. Xander wasn't just hurtingphysically; he was taking everything from me, piece by piece. Today's Bonus Offer mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLliIofifl0&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1