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“That’s all you got?” I taunt. I’m really testing my body's limits tonight, but I can already tell how easy it is to set these guys off. Theon is harder to crack, but I think if I annoy him enough, he’ll snap.
“Not even close, princess.” That stupid nickname is enough to make me grind my teeth together.
“Then what are you waiting for?” Regret swirls in my stomach, just as the last word slips from my lips.
“Blais, chains,” Theon commands. Blais keeps his eyes on my red stomach as he moves to the cranks holding the chains. He doesn’t look me in the eyes as he tightens them, pulling my arms out further. Holy shit, it feels like my arms are about to be pulled out of their sockets. Blais gives it another turn, increasing the pain. If he doesn’t stop, they’re going to disconnect from my body.
I breathe a sigh of relief when Theon tells him to stop.
Theon moves into my back, ripping my pants down, leaving my lower half only covered by my lace thong. He cracks the belt against my ass four times in a row without even stopping as air leaves my body with no hint of returning. My muscles are tense with each hit, but I take it as best as I can.
“More?” His voice is a rough growl, sounding so fucking sexy.
“More,” I croak, but keep myself strong. I won’t be the first one to break in this situation.
He lets out a low whistle. “Damn, masochist. I’m starting to think you enjoy this.” Yeah right, asshole. I fucking hate this, but I refuse to submit. “Would you rather I use a whip with spikes on the end? Would that get your attention?”
Fuck, no. Shit, that’s gonna hurt, but I’m not giving in.
“Do whatever you need to do,” I whisper, barely holding on.
Theon laughs before dropping his belt and heading toward the table. I don’t see what he picks up, but I’m glad I don’t. Seeing it before it hits me might make me chicken out.
“Last chance, princess,” Theon taunts from behind me.
I don’t say anything, just close my eyes, waiting for the excruciating pain. “You asked for it,” is all Theon says before sharp metal digs into my back. He hits me three times in the same spot, likely ripping the skin from my back.
“Motherfucker!” I yell. As much as I don’t want them to know my pain, I can’t help it when it feels like shards of glass are cutting into my skin. Warmth flows down my back.
Blood.
It stings and burns so damn bad, but I did tell him to do what he had to do. He asked me if a whip with metal spikes would get my attention and it sure fucking did.
Theon throws what he just used on the floor in front of me, causing my eyes to snap open and threaten to bug out of my head. The loud clanking sound shakes my core as I see a long wooden handle connected to metal links with scary sharp spikes sticking out of it.
“Next time, I’ll start with that.”
He picks up his belt and continues to smack the same spot on my ass repeatedly, each hit getting harder. My body is almost at its breaking point and I’m not sure how much more I can actually take.
He used the sharp metal whip on me just to show that he can. He wanted me to see that he’s not afraid to do his worst. Mental intimidation.
Ace and Blais stand by watching as Theon wreaks havoc across my skin, but neither of them jump in to stop him or help. They just watch, never breaking contact with my body and the way it reacts to each hit.
Everything burns, my body is weakening, and my legs are starting to wobble. It all fucking hurts. I know I don’t want to seem weak, but fuck. We’ve been at this for what feels like hours, and it’s pretty damn clear I’m not going to start talking at this point or giving in to whatever they want.
Maybe I should though? Would they stop if I did?
No. I won’t. No matter how hard they try, I won’t talk.
My body slumps forward, feeling defeated.
“Enough, princess?” He stops his incessant swatting, making the stinging pain even more apparent. My stomach, back, and ass are hot and I won’t be surprised if I have welts tomorrow. He wasn’t swatting as hard as he could’ve, but the amount of times that he hit me is enough to leave marks.
“Enough,” I whisper, feeling painfully defeated. I hate knowing I caved, but if I don’t make them stop this, their stubborn asses will keep going for all of eternity. There’re three of them against one of me, and I’m the one being destroyed. It’s either submit or die from a belt.
“Are you done playing your fucking games?” Ace’s voice roars inside my head, but I can’t even form a response from how exhausted I feel.
Theon backs away from my body, walking around to stand in front of me, next to Blais and Ace. They give each other a look, silent communication passing between them and nod. Theon places the belt back around his waist, but he doesn’t step closer to release me.
