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“No! M’Lord, please!” The words ringing around the room. “Have mercy!”
He ignored his pleads, moving to the man’s hand, gripping his finger, digging the blade in and dragging it down. No hesitation. Humming beneath the prisoner’s screams, the song. The same, always that song. Castamere.
Her teeth ground against one another as she watched, breaths shaking through her nose, eyes wide, threatening to drag themselves away from the horrors, she forced them to stay on him. Watch. Watch.
She watched the prisoner thrash, as she had. She could almost feel it, the burn, the sting, ripping, tearing through her flesh. She knew he felt the same thing. The agony. But it would kill him, she knew that, he was already dead, her Master would strip him bare.
His screams left him in a way that sounded like they were squeezed from him, shaking from his body, drenched in agony. Pleads mixed in, dragged from his throat, they fell on deaf ears. But she would remember them. Witness.
She shook, her head dropping, eyes still on the man. He pulled at the binds as her Master worked his way down his hand, his arm, the leather twisting and rubbing through his skin, the raw flesh weeping blood down his arms.
The screaming stopped, whimpers, loud and anguished filled the room. She watched her Master turn to her, the gleam back in his eyes, lips peeled up, his teeth bared.
“My dear little pet.” He stepped forward, blood soaked hand reaching for her chin. “Keep your head up.” He lifted it. “Or you know what happens.”
She stared straight forward, head up, eyes on the man, on the knife. Obey. Watch. Ripped of skin, bare, flesh open, muslces exposed. Blood dripping, wet.
“Help me!”
Her eyes flicked to his. They were wide, she watched him look at himself, where the skin was stripped from him and he screamed once more. She shook her head side to side slightly. No help. Obey. Watch. He twisted his arms again, face full of despair as he watched her Master turn back to him.
He took a deep breath, and the humming returned, he scuffed his heels on the stone as he stepped forward, swaying his body side to side.
He lurched towards him, sliding the blade between the layers of skin. Ripping, tearing. The squelching ringing in her ears, her eyes begged to squeeze shut as she watched the man writhe. She ran her thumb across the stump of her ring finger.
Unbearable agony, ripping his throat to shreds, gurgling, gagging, he couldn’t form words anymore. Everything he tried to say came out garbled and desperate. His arms. His legs. His torso. Peeled down to nothing.
Tears stung at her eyes, spilling down her cheeks. She watched. She witnessed. He would infect her dreams, turn them to nightmares, his hopeless screams, his eyes, so wide they could pop from his head. He was distraught. Sobbing. Begging.
She could barely understand him. The sight cut its way into her brain, branding the images into her mind. She knew when she closed her eyes, he would be all she saw.
Her Master stopped, turning once again, placing the knife on a nearby table. A stream of wobbled noises left the man’s mouth, not a scream, not a whimper, not a whine. Just pain. Constant and unrelenting, she remembered it well.
He circled her once more, crouching again, pulling her close. She could feel it, hard as rock, pressing against her back, the pants on her cheek as he leant forward, whispering once more.
“Tell him he’s pathetic.”
A sharp breath caught in her throat. She squeaked. Soft. Quiet. Alive. He promised. She tried to force the words from her throat, she whined out, feeling his hand close around her throat, around the collar.
“You’re pathetic.”
She stared him in the eyes, bloodshot and half covered in tears. He opened and closed his mouth, unintelligible nonsense leaving him, half sentences, words screamed, then one clear phrase. Repeated. Over and over again.
“Kill me! Kill me! Kill me!” Shouted through sobs.
She heard him scoff. No fun. No fun. He held her in place, the heat from his skin burning into hers. She watched the man, half dead, feeling everything. He had stilled himself, had stopped struggling long ago. Limp, head hung low, staring at his own meat. A constant noise leaving him, pained.
“Get on your hands and knees.” He pushed her head forward. “If you move, you’ll be next.”
Obey. Obey. She pushed up from her kneeling position, crawling forward slightly, shivering as her palms hit the cool of stone.
She heard him moving around, unlacing something and she tried to turn, he gripped her hair, forcing her head back forward. She stared at the stone, tracing her finger across it. Don’t move. Obey.
He lifted her nightdress up onto her back, exposing her. She slammed her jaw shut, teeth clacking as her breath stilled in her throat. She felt him against her, the head of his cock pushing on her, warm. She picked at the ridges on the stone, mouth opening to say words that never left it. Property.
“My father raped my mother.” She heard him spit, the sounds of something slick. “She had married without his permission.”
He pushed inside, roughly, hitting something deep within her that sent a chill running up her spine. She gasped, he was stretching her. It hurt. He promised. She clenched around him. She tried to slam her knees shut, to protect herself. He shifted them back apart with his own, holding them in place, forcing them open.
He exhaled, deeply, the chill of his breath fluttered across her skin. She felt tears welling, her eyes wide, staring at nothing, palms on the stone. She blinked, her mouth opening once more, then closing in silence. Whimpers leaving her throat.
“He hung her husband.” He started thrusting back and forth, hard. Slamming his hips against her. “And then took her, quite brutally I heard, under his swinging corpse.”
She grunted, feeling his fingers dig into her hips. “Obey, obey, obey, obey.” The words whispered into the cold air.
He dropped himself forward, his hand hammering to the ground, holding him up. Pressing his chest to her, his cheek against her neck, forcing her legs apart further, pushing her closer to the floor. Her elbows hit the stone and she yelped as he continued to piston himself in and out of her.
“I was born from violence.” He gripped her jaw, forcing her eyes onto the prisoner. “What choice did I have but to commit it?”
She stared at him, crying out as she felt a sharp pain shoot through her. He was hopeless, torn to shreds, closer to death than ever before, she could almost see the life leeching from him. She tried once more to pull her knees together, pressing against her Master’s, immovable.
She clasped her hands together, running her fingers over the stumps. The squeaks leaving her one after the other, louder and louder, ringing from her throat. Alive. Alive. Alive. They brought her no comfort like they had before. She couldn’t avoid this. Couldn’t think it away. It hurt. He promised.
“Am I taking your Maidenhead?”
She nodded once, sharp, short. Breaths huffed from her lungs, dragging whimpers along with them. The tears dripping down her cheeks as he forced her eyes onto the man, barely human now.
“Use your words.”
“Yes.” It was rushed out, whispered. “Yes. Yes. Yes, Master.”
She heard him scoff and felt him smile against her skin. Property. Property. His. Obey. It’s okay. He pressed his thumb into her lips, his fingers against her jaw, and she parted them. Blood. The prisoner’s. The taste cut its way across her tongue as it lay flat against the pad of his thumb.
“Suck.”
She did, the metallic tinge infecting her body once more. She whined out from around him, deep breaths, trying to ignore the sting, the horrible jolts that racked her core every time he thrust in. Don’t move. Don’t move.
“Fuck.” He growled out against her, digging his nails into her face. “You’re so warm.” His hips stuttered against her. “So tight.”
She could feel him tense up, every muscle. He buried his face into her neck and she could feel his cock throb inside of her over and over again, she clenched around him once more. He grunted and groaned, pulling her face up, his nails cutting into her skin.
Then he went soft, muscles slack, breaths leaving him once more, long and deep. He let her go and she dropped her head back down to the stone. He pulled back, out of her completely, leaving her empty. He gripped her hair, dragging her back to kneel.
She felt a rush, something dripping from her onto the stone. She squeaked. Alive. She hurt, stung, it was as if he had something torn inside of her. He promised. She raised her eyes to the man, the dead one, he stared back, eyes glassy, barely there.
She heard her Master lacing himself up, raising himself to stand and she watched him walk back over to the prisoner.
“Are you still alive?”
He remained silent.
“I can still see you in there.” Staring directly into his eyes, grasping either side of his jaw. “Did you watch? Did you enjoy it?”
The man let a soft, quiet noise leave his lips. She watched as he drifted away, lost in agony.
“You die like an animal.” He turned back to her. “You did so well, you were a good girl.” He crouched to her level, watching her. “Would you like your reward now?”
She nodded. I was good.