It came hard, it's whistle the only warning as it came through the air,
cracking on her back. She cried out, and tears sprang to her eyes. Someone
behind her grabbed a fistful of her hair, dragging her head to look up at
Ozorne.
"Who escaped?" His voice was nonchalant, as if he didn't mind that his latest 'toy' was being whipped. She didn't answer. Ozorne nodded, and the whipped cracked again. She wasn't prepared, and sucked in breath with which to yell, arching her back.
"Who assisted you? Answer me, slave!"
"L-leave me alone!" She could only whisper. It felt as if her back had been lit on fire. The whip sang once more, and Farrah flinched. Tears ran freely down her cheeks, unchecked, and uncaring. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut against the pain.
"Who smuggled you out? Answer me!" He was screaming now. The whip struck again, and white flashed behind her eyes. She felt as if she would faint. She summoned her courage, and raised her head to look at him, glaring defiantly.
"No one you will ever know about!" She shrieked. "You bastard, how long do you think your rule will last? Everyone hates you! Everyone!" Tears were pouring doing her cheeks, as blood dripped down her back. She felt a chill, and realized that her breasts were half bared, for all the guards to see. Even in pain, she had the decency to be embarrassed. A hot blush spread across her face, and she tried to shrug her shoulders in a way the shirt would be pulled back on. It slipped lower. Farrah stopped worrying about the shirt as another lash landed. She nearly screamed as it landed across previous cuts.
Ozorne held up a hand, and she could hear the whip being recoiled. The guards were dispersing. He snapped his fingers, and one approached him.
"Take her to my rooms. I will carry on the questioning there, in private."
"Yes, my Emperor."
As a hand was laid across the welts on her back to lift her, she blacked out.
"Who escaped?" His voice was nonchalant, as if he didn't mind that his latest 'toy' was being whipped. She didn't answer. Ozorne nodded, and the whipped cracked again. She wasn't prepared, and sucked in breath with which to yell, arching her back.
"Who assisted you? Answer me, slave!"
"L-leave me alone!" She could only whisper. It felt as if her back had been lit on fire. The whip sang once more, and Farrah flinched. Tears ran freely down her cheeks, unchecked, and uncaring. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut against the pain.
"Who smuggled you out? Answer me!" He was screaming now. The whip struck again, and white flashed behind her eyes. She felt as if she would faint. She summoned her courage, and raised her head to look at him, glaring defiantly.
"No one you will ever know about!" She shrieked. "You bastard, how long do you think your rule will last? Everyone hates you! Everyone!" Tears were pouring doing her cheeks, as blood dripped down her back. She felt a chill, and realized that her breasts were half bared, for all the guards to see. Even in pain, she had the decency to be embarrassed. A hot blush spread across her face, and she tried to shrug her shoulders in a way the shirt would be pulled back on. It slipped lower. Farrah stopped worrying about the shirt as another lash landed. She nearly screamed as it landed across previous cuts.
Ozorne held up a hand, and she could hear the whip being recoiled. The guards were dispersing. He snapped his fingers, and one approached him.
"Take her to my rooms. I will carry on the questioning there, in private."
"Yes, my Emperor."
As a hand was laid across the welts on her back to lift her, she blacked out.