…~Week Three~...

An ear-piercing crack startled Izaya out of his trance-like state.

He should have seen this coming after he bit master's cock. But he couldn't breathe and the taste was making him nauseous. He needed to get it out somehow!

It seemed his master wanted him to regret his recent disobedience.

Two more cracks had Izaya on edge. When was the pain coming? How unbearable would it be this time?

He didn't dare glance behind him. Sometimes it hurt less if he didn't see.

CRACK

Izaya let out a scream at the feeling of the whip tearing through his flesh. He closed his eyes tightly and bit his lip at the feeling of warmth dripping from the wound.

Before he could even begin to recover from the shock of pain, Izaya was struck again, the new wound bleeding freely along with the first.

The next two cracks were not accompanied by pain, but instead served to keep Izay alert, wondering when the next strike would come and when it would finally end.

At the third strike across his back, Izaya couldn't handle it anymore. He knew he was bleeding but just how much he wasn't sure. How much more blood could he lose before passing out? How did his master plan to stop the bleeding when it was over? Did he plan to stop the bleeding?

"Stop!" Izaya cried, "Please, stop!"

CRACK

The pain came once again and Izaya couldn't hold back another pained scream.

"Please, master, I'll be good," Izaya panted.

"What was that, pet? You'll have to speak a little louder."

One more crack brought more pain. His voice was weak, but Izaya spoke as loud as his breathless lungs and dry throat would allow.

"I said I'll be good! Just please stop! I can't take any more!"

"Hmm… maybe you're right. I think you've learned your lesson by now."

There was a short silence while Izaya waited to see what would happen next. He was surprised when his wrists and ankles were untied. However, what should have surprised him more—had he realized it—was the fact that escaping or fighting back wasn't the first thing he thought of when he was untied. Instead he remained still, waiting for instructions, not even trying to hide the small sobs that escaped his lips.

Despite his limbs being freed, Izaya didn't move when he heard the sound of a zipper next to his ear. He didn't resist when he felt a hand grip his hair and pull. Nor did he hesitate when he was given his order.

"Now suck it."

…~-~...

"Get on the bed and lay on your stomach" was the next order Izaya was given once he had swallowed his master's cum without a fuss.

"Good boy," his master said. There was a pause while he searched through the bag he always brought with him.

Izaya turned to see what might be coming next, but he didn't dare move more than that. What he saw was his master sterilizing a needle and thread.

"Don't worry," he began, "you're not going to die. There isn't as much blood as it probably feels like to you.

Izaya held his breath when the first stitches were made. It wasn't so bad if he didn't think about it too much. In fact, it was the first time he had been touched so lightly since waking up in this godforsaken place. It was a relief to feel human contact with a minimal amount of pain, even if he knew it would likely be very short lived.

He was right.

"Don't move," was the order, and Izaya didn't even consider disobeying for an instant until he heard the familiar sound of a torch flaring to life and the slight smell that accompanied it. Izaya squirmed at the memory of the last time he heard that sound and smelled those fumes.

Izaya jumped when a rag was suddenly placed in front of his face.

"Bite down on this," his master said, "It seems I got a little carried away and some parts of these cuts are too wide to be properly stitched." His tone was light as if he was talking about repairing a piece of clothing rather than torn open skin. "Don't worry," he added, "I will be sure to clean it well so you don't get any infections just like I did for your hip."

Izaya had to admit, his master was adamant on keeping his injuries clean. Probably to avoid any life-threatening infections or illnesses that would leave his master with the choice to send him to a hospital and thus to freedom, or let him die from the infection.

Nevertheless, Izaya wasn't sure if he could take any more extreme pain right now, but he knew he didn't have a choice. He only hoped he would pass out soon so he didn't have to feel it all.

Lost in his mind, Izaya was startled when the pain struck again, searing, hot, and unrelenting. He hadn't noticed Jiro heating the metal blade—the flat side of which was now pressed against a section of his back as a cauterizing tool. Izaya whimpered, his voice and energy completely depleted leaving him unable to scream despite the intense pain.

"Shhh…" his master gently pat the back of his head to reassure him once the heat was removed, "Just two more…"

Only slightly aware of how wrong it was, Izaya welcomed the gentle petting. It was the first time a touch had felt pleasant in a long time. His eyes slipped closed while he awaited the next bout of pain.

…~-~...

Izaya lay on his stomach, his injuries stinging underneath their bandages. He wouldn't disobey ever again, he decided. It only made his situation worse.

His arms and legs were left untied, but he felt no desire to attempt to escape lest he was caught in the act. He was stuck in a sort of mental state of limbo-wishing he could be freed but too afraid to try it himself.