Chapter 6: The Introduction Whip

Mrs. Hilma gripped Lorna's shoulders roughly, her large, strong fingers pressing into the girl's skin, making it ache. Lorna tried to pull away, but her weak body had no strength to resist. With one harsh, brutal yank, Mrs. Hilma tore her clothes apart, exposing the small shape of Lorna's breasts, covered only by a tiny bra.

Lorna gasped, her body trembling as she tried to cover herself, but her hands were already bound behind her back with chains. She hurriedly folded her knees to her chest, desperately trying to hide her small breasts, which were barely shielded by the thin bra that offered almost no protection.

Without the slightest mercy, Mrs. Hilma grabbed her thick, coarse, and heavy leather belt. Her eyes locked onto Lorna, who was curled up trembling in the corner of the bed, her weak body huddled as if she hoped to disappear from sight.

Lorna's breathing quickened, but before she could make a sound, "CRACK..!!"

The first lash landed right on her thigh. Lorna jolted violently on the mattress, gasping for breath. A burning pain immediately spread across her skin, searing like fire.

"MMMMH..!!" Lorna's scream was muffled by the black duct tape covering her mouth, but this was only the beginning.

Mrs. Hilma raised the belt again, "CRACK..!!"

The second strike slammed into her thigh. Lorna screamed louder, her body writhing in panic, trying to move away from the blows. But there was nowhere to run. The chains held her tightly, and Mrs. Hilma had no intention of letting her escape.

"CRACK..!!" The third lash struck her arm, leaving a red mark that immediately swelled. The fourth, the fifth, the sixth, they continued without pause. Lorna's body was now covered in welts, some already torn open, trickling thin lines of blood down her pale skin.

"MMMHH..!! MMHMMM..!!" Her sobs came in choked gasps, her voice rising in terror.

"Hehehe..." But Mrs. Hilma only chuckled, as if savoring the suffering before her.

After who knows how many lashes, Mrs. Hilma finally stopped, standing at the edge of the bed with steady breaths. Unlike Lorna, who was panting as if she had run for her life. The girl's sobs could no longer be held back, her body shivering violently with every breath, each movement sending fresh waves of pain through her wounds.

Mrs. Hilma leaned down, grabbing Lorna's face with one hand, her fingers gripping the girl's chin tightly, forcing her to look up.

"This is just an introduction," Mrs. Hilma whispered coldly, her voice like a devil murmuring into its prey's ear. "If you resist or disobey, I guarantee your next punishment will be far more painful."

Lorna whimpered, tears streaming down her cheeks, mixing with the sweat that dampened her face. The pain consumed her, every breath she took was torture. She knew there was no point in fighting back.

"Do you understand?! If you don't want to suffer even more here, you will obey every command I give you! Do you understand?!" Mrs. Hilma tightened her grip on Lorna's chin, forcing the girl to look her in the eye despite the fear flooding them.

With her body still shaking violently, Lorna slowly nodded, a forced sign of submission. Her breath hitched, her tear-filled eyes brimming with silent agony.

Seeing her compliance, a thin smile formed on Mrs. Hilma's lips. Harshly, she grabbed the duct tape covering Lorna's mouth and ripped it off in one swift motion.

Lorna flinched again, her lips stinging, the remnants of adhesive still clinging to her skin. Her cries broke out louder, not just from the pain ravaging her body, but from the sheer terror strangling her soul.

Mrs. Hilma stared at her for a moment before standing upright, looking down at the girl like a broken doll she had just shaped with her whip.

"Good. From now on, you must understand who holds the power here. And that is me." Her voice dripped with satisfaction. "So, whatever happens, you will follow my every order without exception."

Lorna could only weep, her chest rising and falling between endless sobs. There was no more hope. No more escape. Only pain and fear swallowing her whole.

Mrs. Hilma stood at the doorway, watching Lorna's fragile figure sitting weakly on the bed with a satisfied gaze. Without another word, she stepped out and closed the door slowly. But the sharp "click" of the lock turning made it clear,Lorna wasn't going anywhere.

The silence returned, broken only by Lorna's restrained sobs.

***

Meanwhile, Mrs. Hilma walked down the stairs with a casual stride, as if nothing had happened. She opened the front door and stepped outside into the misty morning air. Her car, parked near a small garden, was covered in a thin layer of dew from the cold air.

With practiced movements, she opened the car door and reached inside, rummaging through something. After a moment, she pulled out a baby bottle filled to the brim with a white liquid, the unmistakable result of the breast milk she had expressed during her late-night drive.

A pleased smile stretched across Mrs. Hilma's lips as she gripped the bottle tightly. Without wasting time, she shut the car door and hurried back inside, carrying it upstairs for Lorna.

***

Lorna sat on the bed, every inch of her body aching. The whip marks on her skin burned, a constant reminder that her suffering had only just begun. Her sobs still echoed softly in the quiet room, illuminated only by the dim glow of the ceiling lamp. She had never imagined her life would turn into this, a prisoner in the hands of a deranged woman who treated her in such an unnatural way.

The cold chains still bound her wrists and ankles, leaving deep purplish-red marks from every failed attempt to struggle free. Desperation filled her gaze as she scanned the room for an escape.

The window? Impossible. Thick iron bars secured it tightly, designed to ensure no one could flee.

The door? Out of the question. Mrs. Hilma had locked it from the outside.

From beyond the door, heavy footsteps ascended the stairs, drawing closer.

Lorna swallowed hard. Her breathing grew uneven, and her cold, chained hands clenched behind her back. She knew Mrs. Hilma wasn't done with her yet.

The footsteps stopped right outside.

The sound of keys jingling met the lock, and then the door creaked open.

From the dim hallway, Mrs. Hilma's large figure stood at the threshold, holding something in her hands. Lorna stiffened when she saw the woman clutching a baby bottle filled with white liquid.

Her heart pounded with dread.

Mrs. Hilma stepped inside with a wide grin. She shut the door behind her and slowly walked toward the bed, where Lorna sat trembling in fear. Effortlessly, she lifted the girl and cradled her onto her lap, as if she were nothing more than a baby needing comfort.

"Oh, sweetheart... you must be thirsty, aren't you?" she cooed gently, a sickly sweet affection lacing her voice.

Lorna wanted to scream, wanted to resist, but she knew, Mrs. Hilma wouldn't let her go.

The woman's strong arms held her firmly, keeping her trapped in an embrace that should have been warm and loving, but all Lorna felt was terror.