The wind howled something fierce. No fierce than the girl that screamed out as she was strapped to a yellow table. The table moved and hummed as her arms were raised above her head, and her legs were spread wide - her entire body exposed to the elements. The sun had set and the moon risen several times since she had been strapped down. Her clothing allowed her only minor protection. Wherever they were, they were high, but it was covered.
There was a sound behind her as a door opened. There were footsteps heard when the wind settled a moment. She tried to turn to face the steps. She pleaded and sobbed to be released. The dark form stepped into view at her side. Gloves on his hands, and a whip coiled around him. Dark auburn eyes flashed in the afternoon sun. He caressed her cheek gently, and his flesh was ever so much colder than the air that snapped at her. The other hand raised and reveled a small knife with a long blade.
He began to work meticulously as he cut away her clothing strip by strip, removing it from her. Through the wind, he could still hear her screaming. It took only a few moments to completely strip the girl down. Her cheeks were damp with her tears, her voice going horse from her cries. He looked up, and from behind the girl appeared to slaves who gently offered her food as he stepped away. They cared for her gently before stepping back. By then, the coiled whip was no longer coiled, and had dropped to the metallic deck at his feet. He reached forward, caressing her shin gently before the whip sung in the air and stung the girl with the end across her stomach. She screamed and bucked against the metal table, which didn't give way. She cried harder, the tears no longer stopping.
She pleaded once again as he seemed not to hear her, the whip coming down against her flesh nineteen more times. Each time, a cry comes from the girl that seemed to keep the smirk on the dark uniformed figure's face. He moved to the end of the table, coiling the whip around his body. The girls again appeared from behind the table head and tended to the wounds of the girl on the table. He shifted lightly and then turned again. The girls tending to the wounds disappeared behind the table again. He uncoiled the whip and let it drop to the ground. She began to sob again, trying to pull her hands and legs towards her self. Once again, the whip came down against her flesh, each time he informed her that her only way out was to submit to him, that he owned her, and that she would be his - mind, body and soul.
She cried out in defiance, that she would rather die than submit. The dark smirk broadened almost to a smile before he whipped her a total of 20 more times. He coiled the whip around his torso, and stepped away from the table. The girls again appeared, though instead of tending to the wounds, she smelt something. In an instant her flesh began to burn like it was on fire as a clear chemical was poured on her flesh, and in some cases, in to her wounds. He turned again and began whipping her flesh, giving no care to her wounds, calling her a slave, a toy with each whip. She screamed out, no coherent thoughts coming through her lips.
The torment and torture seemed to go on for hours before he coiled the whip around him one last time. The sun was beginning to set, and the air temperature was colder now than even his aura. He stepped away.
Leaving the girl to be taken by the night and the pain.
There was a sound behind her as a door opened. There were footsteps heard when the wind settled a moment. She tried to turn to face the steps. She pleaded and sobbed to be released. The dark form stepped into view at her side. Gloves on his hands, and a whip coiled around him. Dark auburn eyes flashed in the afternoon sun. He caressed her cheek gently, and his flesh was ever so much colder than the air that snapped at her. The other hand raised and reveled a small knife with a long blade.
He began to work meticulously as he cut away her clothing strip by strip, removing it from her. Through the wind, he could still hear her screaming. It took only a few moments to completely strip the girl down. Her cheeks were damp with her tears, her voice going horse from her cries. He looked up, and from behind the girl appeared to slaves who gently offered her food as he stepped away. They cared for her gently before stepping back. By then, the coiled whip was no longer coiled, and had dropped to the metallic deck at his feet. He reached forward, caressing her shin gently before the whip sung in the air and stung the girl with the end across her stomach. She screamed and bucked against the metal table, which didn't give way. She cried harder, the tears no longer stopping.
She pleaded once again as he seemed not to hear her, the whip coming down against her flesh nineteen more times. Each time, a cry comes from the girl that seemed to keep the smirk on the dark uniformed figure's face. He moved to the end of the table, coiling the whip around his body. The girls again appeared from behind the table head and tended to the wounds of the girl on the table. He shifted lightly and then turned again. The girls tending to the wounds disappeared behind the table again. He uncoiled the whip and let it drop to the ground. She began to sob again, trying to pull her hands and legs towards her self. Once again, the whip came down against her flesh, each time he informed her that her only way out was to submit to him, that he owned her, and that she would be his - mind, body and soul.
She cried out in defiance, that she would rather die than submit. The dark smirk broadened almost to a smile before he whipped her a total of 20 more times. He coiled the whip around his torso, and stepped away from the table. The girls again appeared, though instead of tending to the wounds, she smelt something. In an instant her flesh began to burn like it was on fire as a clear chemical was poured on her flesh, and in some cases, in to her wounds. He turned again and began whipping her flesh, giving no care to her wounds, calling her a slave, a toy with each whip. She screamed out, no coherent thoughts coming through her lips.
The torment and torture seemed to go on for hours before he coiled the whip around him one last time. The sun was beginning to set, and the air temperature was colder now than even his aura. He stepped away.
Leaving the girl to be taken by the night and the pain.