It's been around two months since I arrived at the Red Rooms, possibly longer. I've decided to give up counting the days. I completed my course with Rose after 5 sessions. I should have gone into acting… Today, thank God, is my final exam with Delile. I pass his shitty test; I never have to see his miserably plain mug again. No need to say that I will ace it. I'm actually surprised with myself with how well I caught on to the strategy training. Apparently I have a fairly good eye for escape routes and sneaky entries. All he really needed to teach me was attack strategies and a few different back up plan methods, but otherwise I impressed myself, I think I even excelled Deliles expectations too. I still haven't got used to my eyes yet. Sometimes I look in the mirror in my room and I see the pigments move and swirl. Last night I woke and there was a light emitting from my index finger. I need to talk to Jacob about it today after my test. I'm finally used to the rest of my body though and its capabilities. I've been practicing a lot in the gym, they places these bungee cord thing in there for flexibility, after a few weeks practice I am much more bendy and after A LOT of attempts and broken necks I can final perform rather powerful backflips.

Yes, I broke my neck 3 times. I nearly shit myself, the pain was excoriating, but not as bad as the crunch I felt inside me and the top of my spinal cord shattered. I still shudder when I think of the noise it made. But these accidents helped me understand my healing capabilities better. Broken bones heal within a few days; my neck took about 4 whereas my leg and elbow took less than 2 to heal, so I guess it depends on the type of break. Artificial bruises and scrapes heal overnight whereas deep bruises, you know…the rank mouldy looking ones? They take about a day and a half to heal, depending on how far down in the tissue the bruise goes. I know I was lucky with the times I broke my neck, I don't think I'm invincible by any means, but it's nice to know out of this ordeal I have, well, kind of a superpower.

I ponder the possible causes of the glow in my hand last night as I dress and wait for the guards to collect me from my room; I think they are warming up to me, I mean they smile back now and greet me by name, also I no longer have to wear that collar, much to Cheshire's dismay, I think I'm beginning to gain the trust I need to escape. New clothes were left in my room on my second day here once people noticed the difference in my size. I dress comfortably as today is also my first combat lesson.

"Terri? Time to go." I hear the guard say as he pushes open my door. "Good morning" The three say in union. I smile softly at them as I return their greeting and walk out the room. We walk silently as usual until we reach my room. "Good Luck" I hear the youngest guard whisper as he opens the door. I smile at him and give him a wink. "I won't need it" I say confidently. He smirks at me and gestures me inside.

"Sit down. Paper is there. When you begin your 3 hours start." Delile says, looking at his nails. I rolled my eyes at him as he raises his eyes to glare at me and sit at my desk.

I finished in 2.

"Done" I say as I lean back in the chair, startling Delile in the corner.

"Already?" He asked in disbelief. He snapped out of his reverie and approached my desk. "Guess ill mark it with you here then" he mumbled. I sat in silence as he looked through my exam. I was confident that I didn't die in a single scenario he gave me so I wouldn't have to see him again after this lesson hopefully. Finally, he looked up.

He sighed dramatically as he looked at me but didn't speak. Why isn't he talking? I couldn't have failed it! I'd been revising it too hard to have failed! I mentally scolded myself for getting so worked up. What am I thinking? I'm not in secondary school. But what if I did fail? What if…

"It's the best paper I've mark since working here" Delile sighed, sounding deflated. "Only two scenarios were you injured in some way and you didn't die either. Congratulations" Delile said placing my paper in my file. I breathed a sigh of relief. "For a second there I thought I failed" I said with a smile on my face. Two lessons down.

"I thought you would" he said, packing up his things. Wait here until Jacob arrives, I need to go update you information." With that he up and left the room. Locking me inside it confines. I felt rather smug at my AWESOME test results, the best he's marked….cool. I crossed my arms and lay my head on them. I had about half hour before Jacob arrived so I decided to rest my eyes.

Veronica waltzed into my lesson with Rose, eyes blazing a storm. I saw her stiff posture and could see so many different emotions in simply her walk. She was uncomfortable, awkward slightly, afraid of something perhaps? But she was also pissed about something. I looked towards Rose and saw she had taken a step back. This is not good…

Veronica stopped a few steps away from me and I noticed a far more lethal version of Roses three-tailed whip in her hand, this whip had various sizes of thick metal attached to it. Some long and sharp like knifes, others small and pointy. Punishment…

She raised her other hand and dropped a thing entanglement of wire to the floor. Shit…My collar wire…

"What's that?" She asked in a slightly shaky but still cold voice. Well, I need to be punished…

"A ball of wire" I say nonchalantly, although on the inside all I want to do is cry and run. This was going to hurt.

Four guards entered the room behind Veronica. Two took each of my arms in a vice grip whilst the other two were armed and stood behind me. Veronica said not a word and she turned on her heel to leave the room. I struggled against the guards holds but it was useless, they kept their grip on me tight and they leant outwards, as if they were trying to rip my arms from their sockets. After a few minutes of struggling through my pain I gave up and allowed them to drag me to whatever destination. A few minutes past and we approached the red room. They paused at the open door for a few moments, perhaps to worsen what's to come through fear perhaps? I'm not sure. Once I was in the room two thick, medieval looking chains hung low from the ceiling. Cheshire stood smugly under them with Veronica next to him. The guards let me go and stood a single step back from me.

"Remove your clothes" Veronica said with a steely edge to her tone. I stood there, staring her straight in the eye, unmoving. She stepped forward and backhanded me, so hard it caused me to stagger backwards. "Either you remove them or someone will remove them by force." She spoke again in the same cold tone. I looked back at the guards, heads hung like school kids hoping they won't be chosen. No, I won't make them do that. I steadily removed my clothes until I was standing in just my underwear, Cheshire wasn't seeing everything until he needed too.

Cheshire gestured to one of the guards to bind my wrists in the chains coming from the ceiling. Once I was secured Veronica handed Cheshire the whip and walked towards the door. The guards walked out before her as she pressed a button by the door, lifting my arms and body until I could only just touch the ground by my tip toes. She held the door knob, looking over her shoulder at me before she left.

"Don't mess with our equipment"

With that she closed the door and left me alone with Cheshire. I kept my eyes on his face as his trailed along my body. He walked over and I felt something jab in my thigh, I looked down and saw a needle in his hand. What is this?

"It won't kill you. It simply paralyzes your movement so you don't struggle or injure me. Because we both know you'll want to" he said, throwing the syringe into a bin. Before I could react he hit me. The crack of the whip echoed through the room. I felt the blades and bead on the tails tear though my skin and a cry escaped my lips. I tried to struggle and move but found I could just about manage a weak wobble in the chains. "Unfortunately for you it doesn't numb any of the pain too…" he said with a smile as he tucked the whip in his belt. I felt blood drip down my stomach as he walked my form. He came to face me again smiling before reaching back and punching me in the face. My head whipped back at the force and I felt blood begin to pool in my mouth. "That was for my nose" he said, stepping back to admire my vulnerable form.

"So am I right in guessing you asked to play teacher then Cheshire?" I asked as I spit my blood on his shoe. He looked at the pitiful attempt of rebellion and laughed. "No. Actually I didn't. Though I couldn't have asked for a better gift" he said from behind me. I felt his hand trace my sides gently, kneading my soft flesh, gripping me where he pleased. I heard him kneel behind me, breathing heavily. I felt his head trace shapes on my bottom before feeling the sharp sting of his teeth biting my cheek. "You should actually be thankful you know" He said when he came to face me again.

"How do you figure?" I say as strongly as I can manage. He remained silent, but had a smile on his face as if recalling a fond memory. "Well, it's kind of a extreme warm up to some of the fetish areas I am going to be teaching you. I must say I love seeing you tied up this way, and if you do maybe we could start there first…" His fingertips traced my inner thigh and my heart raced. I desperately wanted to jerk away but my body wouldn't allow it. Both his hands gripped the backs of my knees and positioned me so he was between my thighs. I felt his erection press against me and I fought back the tears as he held me there. I saw him looking at my breasts, my pounding heartbeat was making my boobs move and I could feel him growing harder against me.

"Yes…I really like you like this" He said grinding slowly against my core, his tongue tracing my cleavage. I must cry. I must cry. I must not cry. I need to be submissive slightly.

"Well..." I begin in a bated breath, he probably thinks it's him rather than my fear… "I'd much prefer to start from the beginning, build up to it…" I swallowed the bile in my throat before continuing. "…like this" He didn't cease his grinds but rather added more pressure, letting out a groan, clearly he loves the control. I'm shivering as I fight the need to be sick but allow him to think it's because his own doing. He groans once more and tightens his grip on my thighs before replying.

"Yes. Yes. Ah…Yeeesss…I, ah, read your file. Hardly been touched. I suppose that would be the best way after all. Start from the bottom…." As he spoke his thrusts against me became harder. Finally he stopped, but the look in his eyes told me he wasn't done. I could still clearly see his boner through his trousers. I heard the crack before I felt it and I cried out. The leather and metal against my bare skin created a burning sensation where it hit. The torture came continuously, without pause or mercy. Each crack more powerful than the last, causing me to bark out in agony. He rotated around my body with the whip, making sure to cause me pain at all angles. I could see the blood on his clothes, I looked down to see some particularly gruesome slices separating the knitting of my skin and flesh. I couldn't stop the sobs escaping my mouth when he began my punishment, but after half an hour, my body began to adjust I only cried out when a particularly rough smack of the whip cut into me.

Finally. He stopped.

Tears escaped my closed eyelids and I heard him pull down his zipper. I opened my eyes slightly to see him rubbing his cock whilst looking hungrily and my deflated form. I hung my head, not wanting to watch him beat himself to my frail form. I head his heavy breathes and sighs, tears still streaming down my face. I felt his ejaculation land on my stomach and felt his breath in my face. I refused to open my eyes though. I didn't want to acknowledge it, so they remained closed. I heard him adjust himself and dress as he walked further away from my, hopefully to the door.

For about five minutes I let my tears fall slightly and allowed myself to wallow in self-pity for a short while. The drug has worn off but my entire body was tender and sore and I felt too weak to move. The blood on my skin was beginning to dry which means it will need to be scrubbed.

More pain.

I heard the door open and a single set of footstep walk briskly towards me. Eyes still closed I felt someone tenderly cup my chin. "He really went overboard didn't he…" The voice said, a slight angry edge to it. I felt and sponge dab at my skin and winced as it brushed over my side. "Sorry!" The voice whispered apologetically. Each wince or cry that left my lips the voice would apologise as he cleaned my wounds. I heard him intake a sharp breath when he reached my back so I know it can't be pretty. When the person reached my front they paused. "What is this?" they whispered. Rage evident in there tone. I opened my eyes to find Jacob staring at my stomach. Ah… Gary's gift.

I closed my eyes again and replied in a croaky voice. "Exactly what it looks like" I stated simply. There was a pause before Jacob wiped it promptly away. I heard him bin the sponge before retrieving a new one to clean me with and I had to smile at the gesture.

"He shouldn't have done that. He also wasn't meant to go this harshly on you." Jacob mumbled. I didn't know how to rely do I remained silent. At least twenty minutes had passed before Jacob deemed my wounds ready to be dressed. He placed some antiseptic on my wounds, which stung like a bitch, before wrapping various points of my body in bandages. Once again he cupped my chin and began to gently rub the tear stains, sweat and blood spatters from my face. I finally opened my eyes to meet his set of tender brown ones. Jacob just backed up slightly.

"Your eyes…" He simply said. "Yeah… I was hoping you could tell me?" He approaches me again and gently placed my face in both his hands as he looked into my eyes.

"Would you allow me to do some blood tests for this?" He asked, still examining my eyes. Well, he did ask…

"Sure. Perhaps when I'm healed?" I say cautiously. I'm sure he could just take what he wanted otherwise. He smiled warmly at me. "Of course Terri." I smiled back as best I could. Jacob places a wheelchair just behind me before he went to the wall and lowers my chains. My arms ached and my legs wouldn't follow the instructions from my brain to stand so I collapsed ungracefully into the chair. I felt some of my wounds rip further as I did so, causing me to cry out once more. Jacob rushed back over to me, encouraging me to take deep breaths as he gathered up his equipment. I was looking at the puddle of my blood sitting where I was just hanging as Jacob threw his bucket of water over it and used a bristly broom to brush the bloody water towards the drain. The outline of the puddle had already seeped into the floor, my blood. My pain. My mark in the Red Room….

I woke with a start, and looked around the room hurriedly. My heart was beating a mile a minute as I breathed a sigh of relief. It's over now…I repeat in my head as I wait for my heart to slow. This happens often now, my dreams tend to re-enact my harsher punishments, you know, in case I forget. So far in the short time I have been here I have had 46 punishments , 32 of which were unintentional…

Jacob entered the room as I was rubbing my eyes. "Bored already? I haven't even begun yet" he said jokingly. I looked at him with a smile. Jacob is so lovely, I can't see why he works here… My smile fades however when I see he is sweating slightly. He looks anxious… "Are you ok Jacob?" I ask quietly. He just smiles brighter. "Of course. Now. Lets begin…"

Jacob didn't like lying to Terri. She was the only one he actually enjoyed the company of in this place. But this is for her. She deserved better than this. He just hoped he came back alive after his meeting….