11◇ DETHORN

♡ In sides they slide. Such beautiful arrangement yet spiked. To harm yet to protect♡

Beg me. Beg me the more.

That was just a fib. A painfully wicked one hoping I do so he'd whip more. Harder. If those truthful lies thought me anything is, he excited at the word, everything hurt the more at its aftermath utterance.

'Only unrepentant weaklings beg', his eyes corroborated those words as honest as at the time he had spewed them.

"Just one rule, flower". It hurt, the disappointment carrying through. The shackle around Hadaza's raised wrists should hurt more though, dangling the young girl this way back and that way forward; somehow the chains were fixed to only move in those pull. Not sure why certain actions of his still brought her short because this man's mind was as sickly sculptured as his entirety, captivating even, if one can stomach awwing a bloody shackled hanging woman as happily as he.

"You know I had it measured proportionately"

The first sentence she heard from those lips for a time now, before attempting escape and Hadaza wished it could be longer, anything to hear his voice.

Earlier arriving here footfalls had walked towards her eagerly closing the distance with the frightened girl at the door and she had tightly resisted the urge to turn sharply but took chances with the door handle instead because that instinct would have been a futile stupidity. Entrance into this room was made especially for just the two afterall, a fist bump allow the girl access to the room but only he can grant her an out.

"Sa-sa-s-s-urm I don-" Consumed with such sudden drought within her vocals, the follow up erh hem amused him more than her heart playing an eager drumming backup. Maybe he was not as angry?

Rage. When the stones in her new necklace sunk his palm, but no pain surpassed the feeling of betrayal. He could tell something was amiss when that slight girl met him instead of his flower. Now standing before him once more, those eyes fluttered around the floor.

He did not like it when she avoided his eyes.

"What was the one rule flower?"

"O-o-ob-obe-dience. I- I -I - be ob-edient" Those slaps that was to correct her eye positions still rang clear in echoes but the one time she had almost gone deaf in one ear was a reveal day, thinking prior smacks had hurt when they had happened with no true force. To almost lose an ear to realise his true strenght...

Afterwards he had kissed her plastered ear gently in apology. 'You know how much I hate your eyes straying. In jealousy I forgot my strength'. Close to sorry Hadaza will ever get from him.

But he truthfully fibs. Obedience is just a word with a plethora of other words. Obeying him came with so many rules. She would not have walked towards breath distance of him were it not part of his obedience, strip her button half open trepid, watching him go back to the hanging shackles from the ceiling. The living room has been stripped bare of anything but the blood rug. A clear sign that blood will be flowing before long...theirs.

"Bend just a little enough to trigger the shock button". That mad lightening in his eyes looked like an innocent child with a first time sugar- infused adrenaline. He wanted her to.

"Tip your toes just the right notch..." he won't say what and those eyes said so too. "That is my favorite one yet but I want to watch your face".

Hadaza had obeyed him when he had asked, allowing him to lead her to the the shackles. "Such tender flesh and it has to suffer for what your feet did". He always proclaim love for her soft palms whenever it was shivering on his lenght over and again so he genuinely must be sad they must blister... a little.

Not only had her shivers increased when he had earlier brought them together in a passionate embrace but the young woman clutched to the man who just continues to be amused with her attempted feminine wiles. If she had truely recognised him as her savior and darmnation they might be still standing in this room but for a different punishment since the silly girl was always involved in one silliness or another needing correction. This particular act though...

She would leave him?

Not any worries! Her mind was intoxicated is all and he must help her be rid of all those toxin when they finish.

'Climb on the stool and shackle yourself'.

But he had said... tightening her hold on him pitiful eyes begging the beast to calm down.

'Again? You disobey me again?' She was his flower but those thorns...they must be plucked off.

"P-n-no". One thing to say mistake or not, Hadaza saw the beast wink at her. It heard her that one letter gave her away. Quickly shackling herself bracing for the unknown.

Nothing happened as she hung freely without the stool. At first until his absence registered making her more incoherent.

Returning her gaze to the approaching now half dressed male, the beautiful ones are often always the most touched in the head and combined with wealth, he should not exist brandishing that whip..was it imagination or the thickness improved someworth.

'A flower soaked and dried in the purest of bee syrup for my flower'.

Reason she hated flowers especially roses, the reason right in front of her yet he never gifted her any thing but.

'How do you like the new one? The old one broke on the fifth girl, useless'.

'Don't feel betrayed my flower. You left me. When I burned, they extinguished some heat... for you'.

He did nothing for her! Punishment would have been worst, so what? But then what would her feeling of betrayal say about her mind's state?

After the fifth lash control over her lips slipped and eagerly he fed off her slip. How did he expect her not to beg as the whip came down more harder on her legs?

By the fifteenth another mistake sent shock like a painful orgasm through her being. She stopped begging at twenty-five instead holding her tongue ransom between left side teeth, that was even more paining.

At thirty-five he stood off, a beautiful punishing demon with her blood dripping from his face, down those arms and onto some of the roses still clinging to the woven whip. His blood sliding from whence the thorns were embedded in his palm to join hers.

Thorns to remove her thorns.

'My flower.'

I hate him so much. I hate him so so much. Why can't he love me normal?

'You deserve this? Knowing how much hurting you pains me but is necessary if you must learn?'

'Flower'

He did not scream but yet he thundered.

"I d-d-do"

'Hmmm'

"I will never- not again".

'You will not' she will not. 'Find your breath there is something special waiting for you'.

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"Nothing you got is undeserved you are aware?"

Silently praying for relief, not that Allah has been forthcoming all her life yet what other succor to turn to if she lost that too?

Mastress lied not, the episode in that room, he has always loved sick dark intimate bed plays hardly giving her options either keep up or take it, every bit of it. It never crossed her mind he would want her like that afterwards.

But he groaned his abstinence over and again and he wandered her fields roughly and painfully successfully breaching to oblivious bliss tine again till she lost the world only to become aware with him still within her unwilling to cease ploughing.

She still felt her stomach full with his sowed seed.

To time-jump if only, to have not stopped to help that 'old man' with water from the well by this time she would have been in a safe haven.

Mastress is that deceptive but he was also desperate to have her back and this, throwing her to him when wounds post visit from Haikal yet fully healed?

"Control those silly noises silly girl. Was I part of your escape revolution?"

Those blisters will heal quickly if this girl was on attendance list less or not at all. Hadaza did not know anymore. Did the bitter girl resent because just as others sharing the room all were punished after she went missing, was the girl bitter of Hadaza being her close bedmate refused to include her in escaping their hell yet got punished still and now along with the others must care for her injuries to recovery, or all reasons included?

"It hurts Amaama"

"Only because he ordered we attend to you, left to decide, I say aftercare your dang self. You've done much already". Ignoring her pleas the girl dropped the warm rag she was massaging with into equally now lukewarm herb scented water reaching for the ointment placed beside the water bowl on the table between both girls' beds.

"Please Amaama".

"Be quiet you! I'm not even applying more pressure like the others".

Lies are not truth. Though not happy with her, those girls were less vindictive more accepting that she got it worse and more.

She hate to do this but.. " He hurts me but hates when other do you know?"

A cackle and then another. "Stupid I most am for I nearly felt sorry for you".

Ya Allah she ruins every thing no?

"Only said that because it hurts. You know it hurts yet you-"

"But nothing!". Amaama never was this harp with her tone. They will never be friends now will they?

"You will never leave my sight you hear me? Mastress appointed me to watch over you. She thinks he could do better and I personally agree'.

You can have him then!

"I can but he won't and that is why you wear that rose. It will remind you your place. His".

Am Baaack!

Next Episode Will Be Posted Later Today.

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