Lollie clamped her eyes shut, knowing what this was going to feel like. At least she didn't have to watch it. Not again.
* * * * *
As soon as he started, she knew that she would never forget what he was about to do. What it felt like. The look on his face. Lollie had only been young; it had broken her.
His hands had flown over her body, showing the signs of an expert; she clearly wasn't the first. She squirmed a little and felt a slap in the face as a result. She had never wanted this. It was unfair.
The first time was longer than any time afterwards, but at the time, Lollie didn't know that. Every second was filled with more pain than she had ever felt in the rest of her life, her body convulsing out of reflexes each time Clive applied pressure to her wounds.
"The skin gets used to it. It learns to love each rip, each tear." His lips were pressed up against her ear, his voice a mere whisper that she imagined he would use to compliment and seduce her but instead, his words repulsed her.
That had been the first time she had seen his smile, something that would haunt her, something that it took her years and hundreds of tears to forget.
Clive removed the gag and turned her face to look at him. She spat in his face. Another slap to hers.
"So is this what you do then, Clive?" she hissed in hatred. "Just torture people."
"I don't like that word." he spoke simply, almost gently.
He hesitated, looking at her bloody body.
"A lesson in life. Teaching your body to deal with things. I'm helping you."
"You. Are. Sick."
"I'm helping you." Clive kissed her caringly. "It's for the best."
"Because one day you are going to die, Lollie and I don't want you to feel any pain. If someone kills you, then I don't want you to be in agony for your last moments."
Lollie couldn't wipe the tears away from her eyes.
"I love you really."
* * * * *
Lollie opened her eyes and looked at Clive, noticing him just stood there, watching her.
"Can't I just look at my wife?"
"No. What made you do this? You have killed people. Hurt so many more."
"Christina." Bev whispered, scared.
"What happened to her, Clive? Tell me!"
"She was in the way." He was proud.
"You have gone insane!"
"That's a case of opinion, I think you will find."
"So what are you?"
He hesitated, like he had all of those years ago.
"Planning for the future."
"What does that mean?"
"There is an army coming. An army that will kill us. This way you can fight better."
Clive looked serious, building up a ball of energy in his hand.
"Count this as training."
He threw the ball at Bev, watching as she keeled over.