Rebels

Chapter 10- Punishments and Predicaments

Disclaimer: I do not own any of this story's characters, locations, etc.

A/N: This is mostly filler again, but it does lead up to the Yaoi seen, don't get excited it's not in this chapter. But there is a torture seen. If you have any advice on doing the Yaoi seen, I'm all ears!

So I have a request and please be completely honest about it, but can you tell me if the torture was good, bad, complete crap, or amazing, etc, Don't hold back, if it was damned awful, tell me. Also, was there anything I could have done to improve it? I do think it is crap, but I couldn't think of anything else to do to improve it. Meh.

In the reviews, if you guessed a whip, you get a Ghira-cookie. (Throws cookies)

Ghirahim

I listened in delight as my pet gasped in pain, but, unfortunately, it was more of surprise than pain. I pulled the whip back again and let it fly, slightly harder than last time.

"Crack!"

He still held in his scream that I know were building in his throat. The whip I was using was as black as my heart and could be enlarged with my magic. Currently, it had three tails with tips that caused sparks to fly out upon impact so it would also burn its victim. Link's back had two angry, red whip marks. Each branched out at one end to show where the tails had landed and caused burns to appear.

I snapped my fingers, causing another tail to be added to the whip and for the whip itself to become slimmer and longer. This made each lash smaller, but deeper and more painful. The whip in its full form had nine-tails and was ultra-thin. Let's see him hold a scream now…

I pulled my arm back and let the whip fly once again with greater force than the previous one. "Crack!"

He lets out a strangled cry as the whip sinks deeper into his soft, sensitive flesh. A small amount of blood begins to seep from the new wounds and his skin starts to darken and peel from the spark burns.

I am beginning to lose my patience…how hard is it to just accept punishment? To stop being defiant and scream? But I know his pride won't allow that, so I guess I'll just have to stop taking it easy on him and earn the scream that I know is just waiting on the tip of his tongue to escape his throat.

"Crack" No scream.

"Crack!" Harder, no scream.

"Crack!"Even harder. He is so close. He's panting and whimpering in pain now as the blood flows freely down his back. Stupid child; when will he realize that his petty defiance will not be tolerated!

"Crack!" This goes on for a few more lashes and he still refuses to give me what I want. This stupid, ignorant, disobedient whelp! I pull my arm back and use all of my demonic strength the send the whip flying to my pets awaiting back, which has already proceeded to cover itself in his mouthwatering, crimson blood.

It makes a stomach churning, wet "Crack" as it hits him.

Finally, he screams and it sends chills of pleasure down my spine as it echoes's around the large throne room; even though it is closer to a mix of a scream and a yelp. After his scream dies down to small, quiet whimpers and pants, I proceed to strike him again.

He screams and cries out as I continue to punish him with a cheerful, malice filled smile dancing its way across my face. Demise is looking pleased as well as the child whimpers with his eyes downcast at the floor.

I continue the punishment…

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The poor child, every time the whip makes contact with his skin a fresh wound splits open or it enters a previous wound and slices in deeper to the already mangled flesh.

Demise

I watched as Ghirahim whipped his pet. The blood, the screams, and the pathetic, weak look on the hero's face, after every lash it was sending chills up my spine. I loved the suffering of the child. The only bad part about this is that the stupid child was staining my gorgeous floor with his crimson blood…those stains are never going to come out…never.

Every time the child screamed, I would watch Ghirahim's eyes flash in sadistic pleasure. I worry about him, I really do. The obsession he has with this child, both sadistic and …other, may become a problem. Well, I can't really deny Ghirahim his toy now, the wheels of Fate have already been set in motion and who am I to tell fate what to do. Maybe Ghirahim's mumbo-jumbo about Link and him sharing a Red Thread of Fate isn't just the bullshit that I have been passing it off to be…

The child looked more aware then before and I noticed that his screams had stopped. Ghirahim had stopped whipping him around 90 lashes. He walked toward his frightened pet who was kneeling at my feet as the child raised his head and looked over his shoulder at the oncoming threat.

Link

Finally, the lashing stopped. I looked over my shoulder in fear that quickly turned to defiance again as I saw Ghirahim's smug, sadistic look. He gave me a fake-sweet smile as he ran his hand up my injured back. Agony ran through my being as his hand found a particularly deep lash and he began to dig his fingers into it. I couldn't suppress the whimper that escaped my lips.

"What's wrong Sky-child? Oh! Does this hurt?" He dug his fingers into the wound even more as he slowly scratched in deeper while opening the wound more. "Ask me to stop, Sky-child." He said this very close to my ear and I jumped and flinched away; I hadn't sensed him so close to me.

No, I will not beg him again. His hands were still in my wound and it caused me to cringe when he continued digging deeper. Goddesses, it hurt. I thought I felt pain during my …mission. But normally I would simply sip a red potion and the pain would stop; I had never been able to handle pain that well.

Zelda…even now, my thoughts keep drifting back to her. I still can't believe I failed. I just want to crawl into a corner or hole somewhere and cry until I die of dehydration. Was that why it was so easy to get me to cry lately? Maybe I was emotionally/mentally disturbed somehow; maybe, if I ever get out of here, I could find a therapist or something in Skyloft.

Ghirahim had removed his gloved hands from my wounds. Why? I hadn't begged like he wanted. That's when I realized my face was wet. Damn, thinking about Zelda has me crying again, but I couldn't help it. I can't even hear he sweet voice anymore, just the sound of the final scream she gave as the imprisoned swallowed the last of her soul.

Ghirahim must have assumed I was crying because of pain….

"Aw, my pet, why are you crying?" I tried to shoot him a glare, but with the pain ravaging my heart, it came across weak and pitiful. He smiled at my weakness. "That's a good look on you, Sky-child. You should keep it like that. I am a merciful lord though, so I'll let you off without begging for now." He leaned in close to my ear and his breath tickled and made me shiver in fear as he whispered, "I will, of course, get them tonight." I couldn't breathe in a panic as his tongue slipped past his lips and licked the inside of my ear. When his disgusting appendage retreated back into his mouth, he chuckled and said, "Have I told you how delicious you taste, my pet? It can't compare to anything else in the world, except for your blood, of course." I was still in shock as he reached behind me and gathered some of my blood on his fingers. He stood up and licked his fingers clean, "Exquisite Sky-child."

He laughed at my shocked/disgusted expression. "Well, now that were done with that, there is only one thing left to do." With that, he walked behind me and I heard a snap. I couldn't hold back the scream of anguish as something poured onto my back and seared inside the wounds.

Wait, to just dawned on me that my adventure pouch was missing. When did I lose it? I don't think I had it with me when I was forced to come in here, but I did have it when I left the sealed temple. Then…where did…?

Ghirahim

I walked behind my pet as I snapped my fingers, causing my bloodied whip to disappear in a grand display of diamond shards and a bottle of clear liquid to appear in my hand. I poured it on the back of my Sky-child and relished in the scream that followed. Oh, he makes such a fuss, at least I didn't put acid in his wounds. As the considerate Lord that I am, I simply used a rather light potion to disinfect the lashes.

I was growing bored and it was time to finish the tour of my wing of the castle; mainly, I wanted to show him my-our- bedroom. I snapped my fingers and the chain that was holding Link in a kneeling position disappeared and the one that was on his wrist earlier appeared again. I gave a semi-gentle tug and he awkwardly stood up. His back was most likely in terrible pain; good, maybe he has learned a lesson, but probably not. "Oh, and Sky-child, before we go, don't you owe someone an apology?" He looked at me like I suggested he strip, but I wouldn't tell him to do that, well at least…not in front of my Master.

Also, I know by his face that he knows that it is not me he owes and apology to. My Master looked down from his throne toward Link expectantly. Link glanced at him, then back to me again. I could see the defiance come back to his features and he seemed dead set on remaining that way.

I countered his defiant look with a glare of my own. He wanted to play hard ball? Fine, I know one way to wipe that look off of his face. I snapped my fingers and brought my whip back. Link kept his defiance look, but glanced cautiously at it. "Sky-child, do we need to repeat the whole punishment to get the concept of obedience through that thick skull of yours?" I could see the fear build in his eyes and also feel it in the air.

It looks like I'll have to go a bit farther to frighten him into submission. I snapped my fingers and channeled my magic into the weapon, making it become a full nine-tailed whip.

His eyes widened immensely when he saw how thin the whip was and he silently counted the tails. The defiant look had been replaced with somewhat controlled fear. "Sky-child, do you really want me to use this on you over a simple matter of giving an apology for your ill-mannered behavior?"

He slowly shook his head for no, all the while his fearful eyes trained in the whip. "Then apologize, now!" I flicked my wrist and caused the whip to loudly crack on the blood-stained floor. He visibly flinched when he heard the crack and his eyes diminished in their brightness and lowered in defeat.

"I'm –rry, -ng -mise." He mumbled out a quick apology that even I couldn't hear with my skilled ears. "Sky-child." He caught my not so concealed warning. He sighed, swallowed his pride, and said in a clear voice, "I'm sorry, King Demise." It was okay, even though he wouldn't look my Master in the eye. I decided to push him a bit farther.

"For what?" He gave me a look that said 'I may look calm on the outside, but in my head, I've already killed you.' "Well? For what, Sky-child?" I enjoyed the look he gave me, but he sighed again and said, "For disrespecting you."

"And?" He rolled his eyes; I would punish him later for that considering he was still unable to stand up completely straight after the whipping.

"And…um, what else did I do?" He was asking me with an inquiring look. I gave an exasperated sigh; his incompetence will be the death of him, that or his curiosity.

"Well first off, you disrespected me as well in the eyes of my Master, and you stained his floor with your blood." He gave me an incredulous when I said he stained the floor. Well, he did.

He looked as though he saw no point in arguing- he learns fast- and said, "I'm sorry for staining the floor, disrespecting you and Ghira-" He stopped and looked at me when I cleared my throat. He arched an eyebrow and gave a glare back. A slave does not address his master by name without giving his title. He ground out, "And, Lord Ghirahim." I was looking for Master but I suppose that would do for now.

My Master nodded he approval and acceptance of the pathetic apology and he stared down at Link. My pet looked a little uncomfortable as my Master continued to gaze at him. Master was doing it on purpose to make him uncomfortable and I just had to chuckle.

I stood before my Master and gave a small bow form the waist, "Master, if you no longer require my presence, I will retire with my pet to my wing of the castle."

"Good, go. Remember that dinner will be ready within a few hours. I expect you and your pet to be prompt, if not early." He gave me a stern gaze.

"Yes, Master." I bowed again and began to walk toward the doors that lead out. Link was daydreaming and I gave a firm yank on the chain and he caught up; walking awkwardly with his back in pain. We walked through the doors which again granted my exit. We walked down the straight stairs and I led Link up the stairs that curved right, toward my wing of the castle. I opened to door leading to my wing and we walked into a hallway with four doors, two on each side. The floor was carpeted in a crimson and black carpet with white diamonds randomly placed around. The walls were pure white except for where the wall met the floor and the white changed to a gold strip. The first set of doors seen led into my private kitchen for when I wanted a snack, the second door led to my library, the third led to a bathroom that could be used by myself or slaves when cleaning (I don't use it that often), and the forth to the room I liked to call my "Everything room". I could use magic to turn this room into anything I wanted, whether it would be a spa or a torture chamber, I could make it anything.

Link was looking around and by his face; I could tell he didn't like my choice of design for this hall. He looked at me and glared. I smiled and continued my slow walk; I headed toward the room I could turn into anything. I needed to heal his back if I didn't want to get blood on my clean carpet…or bed.

At the end of the hall were two sets of stairs. They were both spiral stairs, but one led down and the other led up. The down ones led to my dungeon/prison for those who I am disagreeable with. But the other set led to my favorite room in the entire castle-the bedroom.

I walked to the "Everything room" door and channeled some of my magic into it. I opened it and looked upon a white medical room, complete with anything I could possibly need: Gauze, potions, a table with straps to hold someone down, needles, etc. I could just heal Link with my magic, but that won't remove any bacteria from his wounds, just trap it in his skin.

I pulled Link over and set him on a stool. He looked at me with confusion, completely forgetting about defiance for the moment. "Why do you have a medical room, can't you heal yourself?" he asked with an attitude. Stupid little smart-ass.

"Yes, but you need to heal. And, no, I do not simply have a medical room you naive child, I can turn this specific room into anything I want on a whim; and you should be grateful that I'm even taking the time to heal you after your actions earlier." He went back to glaring at me again. Maybe I should just accept the fact that this boy will never learn…no, I will teach him respect. He will learn if it kills him.

"Now sit still." Of course once I said this he started to tense and squirm as I approached him. I had more of the potion from before in my hand, except this one was stronger than the other one. I put some on a cloth and began to rub it on the lashes.

He cried out and tried to get up as the stinging liquid stepped into the wounds. I could see the wounds bubbling and removing the bacteria. I put my hand firmly on his shoulder to hold him in place. After about fifteen minutes I was done and his back was freely bleeding again. Link was covered in sweat from pain and crying out.

"Now that wasn't so bad was it?" I said as I stood up in a fake-sweet voice. I found it so amusing that he thinks this is painful- he has yet to discover what the true meaning of pain actually is. After I said this he shot me a look.

"What? Did it hurt?" I smirked as his face twisted in fury.

"What the fuck do you think?" He yelled at me. Well, can't let that go.

"Your-" He fell to the ground, stomach first. His cheek turning red and showing the handprint from where I backhanded him. "You will not speak to me in that tone. Now lay there and be quiet or I won't finish healing you." He looked at me like he was going to argue, but he wisely shut up; I was not joking when I said I wouldn't heal him.

I walked over to where he was laying and got on one knee. I trailed my fingers over his wounds and watched as my diamonds sealed his wounds shut. I also watched as his face went from pained to relieved. When I was done, his back was scarred, but healed.

"Doesn't that feel better my pet?" He slowly nodded, his eyes drooping sleepily. "Good, let's go."

"Where?" His voice was sleepy too, apparently pain tires you out. Perfect, just how I want him.

"To my favorite room, Sky-child, upstairs." He looked at me and as he caught on to where we were going to go, his eyes became more alert and he started yanking on the chain, foolishly trying to escape from my grip. I made the chain around his wrist disappear and I picked him up by the waist and slung him over my shoulder. He kicked and punched and thrashed, but his strength wasn't enough to actually harm me; it was mostly just an annoyance. I walked out of the room and headed for the stairs at the end of the hall. I made my way up them and with each step, Link fought harder. He was only succeeding at tiring himself out again.

I got to the top and opened the doors. I put Link down and called the chain back. I firmly closed the doors and snapped, locking them tight. Link wouldn't be leaving unless I wanted him to. I saw him looking around the room.

The whole room was mostly white and crimson; the floors had carpeting white as untrammeled snow, the walls were crimson, but there were black diamonds placed around, too. There was a glass, see-through door on the other side of the room that allowed you to see the balcony along with a fabulous view. To the right was a private, perfectly clean bathroom. There was a black dresser inlaid with white diamonds, a white vanity and a mirror, a black chest of drawers, and other random bedroom essentials. But the most grandeur thing in the room was the bed. It was a four poster bed with crimson velvet curtains that could be pulled closed for privacy; it had pure white sheets and midnight black pillows. The frame was made of dark wood.

I watched as Link's eyes stopped on the bed, obviously dreading what he knew was to come. His eyes shook as he slowly turned his eyes to me. He visibly shuttered when he saw the look in my eyes.

Link

My back hurt. I don't know why, much less care, about his reasons for healing me; he probably didn't want to hear me complain (not that I would have). Either that or it somehow fit his motives.

All I am really worried with at the moment was that he took me to his room. It was the weirdest freaken thing I have ever seen. It was all white, black, and red. When he took me into the room, I began looking around, but I was paralyzed as my eyes settled on the bed. Sometimes, I admit, I'm naive, but not enough to not know by now what he planned on doing to me on that bed. I slowly turned to look at Ghirahim with shaking eyes. When I saw the look of hunger and lust in his eyes, I couldn't hold back a shutter. I started backing up, following the perimeter of the room. He followed me with that look in his eyes and a smirk to match. He matched me step for step. I wanted to look back, but I also didn't want him to suddenly grab me when my eyes were diverted.

I followed the room all the way around the large perimeter.

It never occurred to me that he may be purposely leading me toward something until the back of my legs hit something soft. It startled me and I looked back to see what I had hit. Ghirahim moved in, forcing me down and straddling me. My head hit the soft fabric of the black pillows as I looked up in terror at my captor. He still had that lustful look on his face as he stared down at me.

My fear quickly turned to defiance and only one thought ran through my head as I stared up at the Demon Lord- I will not give in!

A/N- Okay, so the Yaoi seen is next.

Warning!: I don't know how to right Yaoi yet and I have never tried. I might not update next Sunday, if I do have trouble with the Yaoi, then I want to make it as good as possible. So if I don't update next Sunday, then it is not because I'm dead, it just means I need more time. I will update by the Sunday after that though.

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