Boris had knocked Icedra unconscious, she was putting up to much of a fight. He was now starting to regret that decision, as he had to carry her all the way to his "office". It was his personal business place, and his business was punishment.

He dumped Icedra into a pile in the corner of the room and shackled her to the wall, and left. The only thing he sat in front of her was a small piece of paper.

Sky was eating her breakfast, she was no longer alone, and she was a little bit happy. It was Icedra that made her day worse.

Why I am not a morning person, I will never know. But SHE just HAD to get on my nerves and piss me off. Sky looked around there were so many new faces, maybe they would be nicer. She tried to be friendly, but no one would sit near her, so she shrugged and went back to eating. Every one looked so normal, almost, chatting with each other and sharing news. Sky was busy in her thoughts about Kai, that she missed a girl coming up to her and asking her something.

"What?! Oh sorry I didn't see you there," she said.

"Its okay,"the girl said, "I was just wondering of I could sit with you, all the other seats are taken."

"Yeah, go ahead, hey. What's your name? I'm Sky."

"Sky what? Oh sorry I'm Sakura Hiroshima." She apologized. Sky finally looked to see the girl. She had on a white collared shirt,forest green skirt with yellow stripes,a yellow vest over the shirt,a black choker,and white knee high socks with black fabric flats.

Wow, she must be quite new here... Fabric flats!? Sky was intrigued to say the least.

"Do you really want to know who I am?" Sky asked Sakura.

"Well I do, but when you put it that way, it almost sounds like a secret. Is it?" Sakura asked back.

"Kind of, but I understand if you don't want to spend anymore time together, I get it a lot. Just can you promise me you won't blow your head when I tell you, okay?"

"Okay."

She took a deep breath,"My name is Skyliner Walker, please, call me Sky. But the name I was given at birth is Sky Hiwatari."

"Hiwatari, Hiwatari. Nope! Doesn't ring a bell!" Sakura exclaimed.

"What! You don't know!" Sky whispered. "My grandfather is the one who brought you here."

"Your grandfather? Who is that?" Sakura asked.

Sky looked up, "If you look to your right you'll see him coming our way right now."

Sakura did. A tall man was walking towards them. He was wearing a long black cloak, and a fluffy scarf. His dark grey hair was worn long, with a spike of lighter grey shooting straight up right in the front and center. He had body guards on either side of him, and the moment he walked in, it was deathly silent. As he walked down rows of tables, the teens all shied away. He eventually stopped at Sky's table.

"Hello Sky!" He purred with fake enthusiasm.

"Hello Pops," she replied with thinly covered hatred.

Voltaire narrowed his eyes, "Now, now, no need to get personal," he churned out. He grabbed her by the shoulder, the wounded one, and leaned closer to her. "You are coming with me, we need to talk." He whispered. Sky rose as he pulled up on her shoulder.

"Hey, sorry about this Sakura, tall to you later?" Sky asked

Sakura smiled, "Yeah I'll see you a..." She ineruted by Voltaire roughly yanking Sky away with him.

"...round" Sakura finished.

Sky was thrown into a large room, it was all concrete and she knew tha wasn't a good thing. There was a post in the middle of the room, and a rack of weapons on one of the walls. The rack was home to whips, small spiked maces, knives, and other things that were just horrendous. Volitaire ordered the two men to chained her to the post, the whipping post.

Volitaire POV

I saw that the insolent girl was chained to the pole securely, and then walked over to the rack of my choispce weapons. I wonder, should I let her have an easy knockout! and then do something she will never forget? Volitaire was fingering the knife at that point. Or, should I keep her awake and just let her screams ring out. He fingered the whips then.

"It's been to long since I have heard you scream, Sky. Times up!" The man announced darkly. He then was lost in debate, soft leather with spikes? Or hard leather without spikes? Soft leather with spikes he decided.

I grabbed the whip and swung it once, it made a good sound. He chuckled, I wonder what it sounds like on flesh?! I thought.

"Are you ready Sky?" I questuoned as he was corcling her. By then i was in front of her. Instead of answering in words, Sky swung hee unacceptable cuffed hands up to my groin, the fool. I swore, "You bitch!" I manged to exclaim. Even though I was doubled over I could see her smirking face qiite clearly. That was enough for me, the whiped cracked down on her back, tearing through her shirt without hesitation or resistance.

Surprised, she had to bite down on her to infer to stop from yelling out in pain. The blows rained hard and fast. Soon the crack of the whip was more of a slap, as it was not so slowly being drenched in blood. Sky's vision was starting to flicker in and out by 30 strokes of the whip, and by 40 she was unconscious. I stopped at 50, I would kill her of I did much more.

"Serves you right, brat."