Chapter Fourteen
The whip sang through the air and cracked as it made contact with Sabrina’s skin. She screamed, or tried to. Her voice was more of a hoarse yelp than a scream. Welts and cuts covered her body from her neck all the way down to her feet, which were suspended several inches above the stone floor. Her arms strained and her wrists bled from the metal cuffs holding her above the ground. Red trails of drying blood decorated her arms, legs, and torso.
“What have we learned from this session, Sabrina?” came the voice of her Master from the entrance to the arena.
Sabrina flinched at the sound. He hadn’t been here when Ramon had started his discipline.
Master appeared from the darkened doorway, his light hair gleaming like an angel’s wings. His eyes glittered with anger and she despaired. She loved and hated this man who owned her. He made her body sing and confused her mind. She could never remember his face unless he stood right in front of her. But she always knew his presence. It made her distraught that she hadn’t sensed him before this moment.
“Master...,” she whispered, her throat burning from the effort.
“You killed Derek, Sabrina. How many times have we talked about controlling your temper?”
Sabrina’s heart tightened at the disappointment in her Master’s voice. She had failed him again. Tears ran down her cheeks as he glared at her. “I’m sorry, Master,” she choked out over the burning lump in her throat.
Master frowned and reached out to caress her breast. His fingers dug into a gouge in her skin and she whimpered. Then he took her nipple into his mouth and she sighed. He flicked his tongue over the nipple, hardening it, making her moan.
“I came here wanting to make love to my best girl,” he whispered against her skin. He moved his mouth to the other breast. The nipple was bleeding, but he seemed to enjoy it. Her head dropped back and she squeezed her thighs together.
She wanted to speak, wanted to beg forgiveness, but no words formed in her mouth as he caressed her body.
“Now, you must choose who will be punished.”
She stiffened and raised her head. “No, Master! Please! Don’t make me.”
“I don’t make you, Sabrina. You do it to yourself.”
Tears streamed down her cheeks and she shook her head.
“Are you saying no to me?”
Sabrina froze and her eyes widened. Her jaw trembled, not knowing what to say.
Master stepped away, leaving her skin to cool away from his body heat. “Release her,” he commanded. Ramon hurried over and unlocked the cuffs around her wrists.
She dropped to the ground and immediately crawled through the sand to her Master’s legs, hugging them. “Please don’t punish them for my mistakes, Master.”
He knelt down and lifted her chin. His eyes were sad. “I hate to do it, but it’s what you agreed to, isn’t it? You said it would help you be better. To obey easier.”
Sabrina blinked, searching her fuzzy mind for the conversation he referred to, but she couldn’t remember. She looked up at him to say so, but when she met his eyes, she just nodded. She couldn’t honestly remember not having the conversation, either. And he wouldn’t lie to her. He promised he’d never lie to her.
“Yes, Master,” she said, head bowing in submission.
“Good girl,” he whispered and caressed her breast once more, leaning down to kiss her gently at first. As the passion built, his kiss became harder, more insistent, until she opened up to him.
“Go clean up and we will make love,” Master said in a soft voice, helping Sabrina to her feet.
She nodded and hurried out of the room, forgetting the dark task that awaited her later.
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Vamar smiled as Sabrina hurried away. She was more and more susceptible to his presence each time he came. He let the others do the cruel things, and he kept his hands clean. At least when it came to Sabrina. There was little he enjoyed more than causing pain to others, especially when he could point the blame at her. Her mind had been twisted so much, he could tell her the sky was red and she would agree, even though she knew it wasn’t.
For the first three months of her captivity, she was kept isolated in a bare cell, except for when Khyan came weekly to rape her. Then Vamar would return and treat her like a queen for a month. Then more isolation, except she was in a luxury suite this time, able to hear the screams of the women and girls who were kept in the house. He loved watching the live feed of her trying to drown out the sound of the suffering beyond her walls. Vamar then returned, treating her like a queen once more, but the screams could still be heard as he made love to her.
On and on it went, alternating between isolation and love. When Sabrina started masturbating during isolation, Khyan brutally killed a girl in front of her, explaining that the girl had to die because Sabrina was being selfish. Her face became so pale, Vamar was afraid she’d pass out. She didn’t sleep for a week, and when he returned, she promised she’d do anything to keep that from happening again.
“Did Derek suffer?” Vamar asked Ramon.
“It was a bloody mess,” Ramon answered, shaking his head. “She ripped him to pieces. Who knew that little girl could be so strong?”
“He deserved it. Thank you for arranging the kill.”
Vamar knew how to provoke Sabrina’s darker side and had instructed Khyan to do so. Derek had been sharing information with authorities and needed to be dealt with. What better way to fuck with Sabrina’s mind than to provoke her to murder? Well, it was not so much murder as pure animal instinct, but effective nonetheless.
Ramon bowed his head slightly. “Yes, my lord.”
“Either Heather or Julie will die today. Make sure I have everything I need. It’s so damn difficult to kill the demi-Immortals.”