Berwald kneeled on the cold, wet floor. The rain completely soaked his uniform, his hair dripping wet. "You lose, Berwald." He chuckled. "I thought that fighting an A-ranked warrior would be interesting, but I defeated you so easily." Ivan continued. Berwald looked away even further, dropping his sword onto the ground…..
*FlashBack*
"It's too dangerous to get into that country!" Mathias snapped, blocking the door with his axe. "Jus' l't m' kill 'im! he alr'dy kill'd m'ny of our people!" Berwald shouted back. "But he is an S-Rank Mage! His mind is twisted! And also, the country he lives in is famous for slave trading! Think about it! It's too dangerous!" But Berwald ignored him, he took his sword, his father's, and made it to the door. This time, Mathias knew that nothing would change Berwald's mind and he argued no further, while he dropped his axe. "Do what you want. But if you lose, don't come and show your sorry ass here." Mathias said coldly…
*Flashback ends*
"Now for the fun part…." Ivan giggled.
Ivan tide his hands and hung him from a tree, so that he would not move. Ivan snapped his fingers with a 'click', there, rested on his gloved hands, a long whip appeared, releasing an evil purple aura. "This is your reward for daring to challenge me...and lose" Ivan giggled like a child. He tested the whip out by hitting it on a tree, he landed a direct hit on a branch and the bark started degenerating,giving off plumes of thick white smoke. Berwald realised that he was going to end up like that tree, he struggled to break free from the ropes that are rubbing against his wrists. Ivan smiled and grabbed placed his hands around his neck. "Don't worry,da. I designed this weapon myself. The whip is not supposed to kill but to give as much pain as possible. So, enjoy..."
Then, the torture session began. Ivan aimed his whip carefully before striking, to ensure that Berwald would suffer maximum pain in his body. The first hit landed squarely on his chest. Berwald gasped loudly, taking huge breaths to calm himself down. "You are no fun, da. I want to hear you scream~" Ivan continued while taking aim for the second hit. The second whip came unexpectedly and Berwald tried to bite on his tongue so that no sound will escape, but it was too late. He shouted before he could react. The third strike came. Then the fourth. The whippings continued subsequently until Ivan got bored. By now, Berwald's chest was bleeding heavily, dying his uniform crimson. Blood dripped down, creating a little pool of crimson liquid on the ground. The pain was still residing, pounding on every nerve in his body. He was greatly in shock because of the sheer amount of pain in his body and he did not realise that Ivan had released the ropes. He slumped to the ground like a rag doll.
Ivan saw Berwald's forgotten sword, picking it up gently before inspecting the weapon. "Da. What a good quality sword you have. It's encrusted with Rubies and Emeralds on the handle, Da. Hmm...perhaps i should keep it for my collection" With that said, Ivan snapped his fingers again and the sword was gone. "What...h've...you...d'ne..to...it?" Berwald whispered merely between gasps, due to the pain he is suffering. Ivan widened his eyes with glee. "I will tell you right after this..." Ivan clapped his hands, suddenly, a huge white ball of light started to materialize.
It all happened in a flash. The white ball shot a bolt of white lightning on his neck, a black collar, about half of an inch thick and two inches in height, was clamped around his neck. The ropes on his wrists were replaced by cuffs on each wrist, connected by a length of a thick, black chain. Then it happened. A bolt of red lightning shot at his back, burning the cloth and engraving some intricate writings on the back. The pain was unbearable for Berwald. It was like being pierced by a hot poker, even worse than the whippings just now. After what seemed like eternity, the red lightning disappeared. It carved a palm-sized tattoo on his back. Shakily, He tried to touch the black collar. It burned his neck before he could even touch it. His wounds were roughly bandaged and his uniform started to change into a simple, white tunic.
"The sword is safe and sound, da. But unfortunately for you, you are a slave now." Ivan smiled even wider, his deep violet eyes showing his insanity.
