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Come on, Blaire, get up!
I struggle against the surface once more, but then-
Wa-tch!
I jolt in reaction to the hot lick of a belt across my back, enhancing the ache in my stomach with the sudden movement. It's not a dull ache anymore. It throbs with fire.
“Welcome back to the land of the living, my little pet,” Maksim says from a distance.
I blink open my eyes though all I can see is blackness.
“C?pMaksim?” I croak out, turning my face to the left where his voice came from.
“Yes, my little pet.” His gargling voice comes from the right this time. “Now you're fully awake, I'll make you completely mine.”
Am I awake?
“Let us first list your wrongdoings-”
Wa-tch!
I hiss in pain, squeezing my face to handle the torture.
“-A whip for talking back to me-”
Wa-tch!
“-A whip for refusing to end that Latin piece of shit-”
Wa-tch!
“-A whip for refusing me-”
Wa-tch!
“-Do you know what you've caused?” he says with strange calmness. “I'm in hiding, for your lover wants my head on a spike.”
Wa-tch!
The beating goes on and on, sending me into a fucked up zone, and when it becomes too much to bear, I plunge into a hell-like slumber where the beating goes on without me...
...Wa-tch!
“Ouch!” I grab the edges of the surface, my entire body shuddering awake.
“Ah, you're back,” Maksim says from beside me, his chest heavy with pants. “I was starting to worry.”
Click, click,and then I hear the faint hissing of a flame. My mind is too messed up to really register what's going on, but then after a few seconds, I smell metal being warmed up, the metallic scent almost strong enough to taste.
I remember that smell. I remember it well because it reminds me of when Maksim burnt an M into my back.
Now I'm awake.
“It's time for the last few letters,” Maksim says with lust in his voice. Something hits the floor at my side with a shallow clang: the belt. “Stay still, Blaire,” he warns, and then he burns my lower back with a scorching branding iron.
“Aargh!” I scream through my teeth, clawing the surface I'm lying on. I can't move because my limbs still feel tied down. I manage to shake from left to right, thrusting my hips trying to get free, but my efforts are useless.
“How does that feel, my little pet?” Maksim says, laughing at me. “Like home?”
