~2~

My head swung low as I couldn't face this demon leech anymore. Not only was he a pervert, but he was a mad torturer.

Being stripped only down to my undergarments was enough punishment I could ever receive. Is it really important to do this to a teenage grown up? At least clothe me. I would be a bit happy.

Distracting me from my thoughts was a huge cackling clap coming from the whip. I shot my head up too quick that I start seeing stars.

My eyes travelled to the only Satan's goon, Drago. He tried to be intimidating, which of course, worked like Hell, which is also where he is from. I hope to the Lords they send him there and burn him till he's ashes and dust.

He prowled to me like a slithering, demonic snake, dragging the long whip in his right hand. He opened his mouth to speak as I wish I couldn't understand English:

" Time for playing is over sweetheart. This is the real world... Your reality, but... It's only my fantasy... My dream of inflicting pain, agony, and suffering amongst your... body, I suppose..." He smirked on the body comment.

That son of trick is so perverted. If I wasn't as weak, I would scowl at him like 600 burning suns.

"Nunca... ganaras..." I muttered in the smallest voice.

"Wait, was that? I'll never win? Oh... stop. I'm blushing..."

I tried my best to escape these cuffs and chains by pulling myself away, but I propelled back. Only to waste more energy, and gain even MORE exhaustion.

He cackles lowly. I frown at him like he's some type of mastermind at mind games... which he probably is. Let me not question that possiblity.

"Seems like I already have. With you tied up, and me whipping you... no sexual intended... not yet of course... seems like a win lose for me and you. So let me say this in English,"

He walked up slow to me to come near my face," I win... You lose..." At the end, he gave me a smug look, almost devilish like.

I did the unthinkable. This action could've gotten me killed...

I spit in his face.

He cringed and groaned in digust. It resulted him in wiping his face.

"You've done it now, bitch."

He backhanded me with his right hand. His strike was very fierce. It echoed throughout the darkly lit room.

I started spitting out blood. The taste of metallic liquid started pooling up in my mouth. I knew it was gonna be a very dark bruise.

"Here comes the real treat."

He raised up the whip, and it came down on my left leg with a huge clap.

I scream in agonizing pain.

"That's what I like to hear. Just tell me when to stop!"

This action kept going for the past 28 minutes. I had whip marks and slashes on my back, legs, abdomen, and arms. I was trying to show the king that I wasn't weak; I wasn't feeble. Even though my body was past tired ages ago.

"I could go all day, but it seems like your body has taken enough beatings. Look at you, trying to be a fighter. But you're just half breathing with your weak body. Admit it. I broke you. You can't say anything because you are barely alive. Good thing hearing goes last."

I tried to mumble you would never win, but I never gathered the words and forced to say it.

"Guards, take this peasant to the dungeon, and give her a comfy cell. As for right now, take her to the nurse. We don't need her bleeding out or getting infections. I still need her for the future. Go!"

I heard chains becoming unwrapped, and shackles unlocked. I felt pressure being released from the handcuffs that were around my wrists. One guard picked meup and put me over his shoulder. As he walked out, I took one glance at the king, and his eyes held pity, but quickly covered.

I couldn't feel my limp body. This is when I fell into darkness...