Training?!
"You, on the other hand," she purred, "are a different matter entirely."
Shalria recoiled, a primal fear clawing at her insides.
Sadi's predatory demeanor, the way her eyes glinted with a dangerous hunger, sent shivers down her spine. This wasn't just humiliation anymore; it was a violation, a defilement of her very being.
But unlike her sniveling brother and father, Shalria wouldn't crumble.
She was a Celestial Dragon!
A god amongst insects!
Even in this humiliating position, a spark of defiance flickered in her eyes. She wouldn't give this sadistic she-devil the satisfaction of breaking her.
Gritting her teeth, Shalria lifted her chin, her voice laced with a steely resolve, "Do your worst, you lowly whore! You can't break me!"
Sadi's smile faltered for a moment, a flicker of surprise crossing her face. But then, it widened even further.
"Oh, I wouldn't dream of breaking you, darling!" she purred, her voice dripping with amusement. "Breaking is too quick, too merciful. No, I intend to bend you, to make you whimper and beg for my touch – for the very touch that brings you pain."
The air crackled with a dangerous tension.
Magnus, intrigued by the exchange, swiveled in his chair, his gaze flitting between the defiant Shalria and the predatory Sadi.
"How interesting this will be!"
A slow, unsettling smile crept across his face.
Sadi's whip, a simple leather cord devoid of barbs or cruel adornments, became a terrifying extension of her will.
The tool itself mattered little; it was the way she wielded it, a maestro conducting an orchestra of fear and submission.
Sometimes, the whip would merely graze Shalria's skin, a whisper of a threat that sent a jolt of terror through the Celestial Dragon.
Other times, a sharp crack would echo in the hall as the leather kissed her flesh, leaving a stinging red welt.
But the absence of punishment, Sadi had discovered, was a far more potent tool.
The silence between the cracks was thick with anticipation, more excruciating than the sting itself.
Shalria, stripped of her veil and Celestial Dragon dignity, writhed on the plush carpet.
The sting of the whip was a mere pinprick compared to the humiliation that gnawed at her.
With each deliberate crack, a piece of her arrogance chipped away. Her haughty pronouncements had devolved into whimpers, pleas for the torment to stop.
Then, with a cruel twist, Sadi would withhold the punishment.
When the expected sting didn't come, Shalria's eyes would widen in a desperate confusion. Relief would flicker for a fleeting moment, only to be replaced by a gnawing disappointment – a bizarre longing for the familiar pain.
This was the heart of Sadi's plan – to shatter Shalria's sense of self, to chip away at the pedestal of arrogance on which the Celestial Dragons perched.
Slowly, subtly, she began to weave a web of dominance.
A sharp crack, followed by a gentle caress with the very tip of the whip.
A searing sting, followed by a soothing whisper in Shalria's ear.
The contrast was maddening, breaking down every defense the Celestial Dragon had erected.
Finally, with a choked sob, Shalria crumpled, her voice barely a whimper, "Please… stop."
A slow, predatory smile spread across Sadi's face.
This was it.
"Stop?" she purred, her voice dripping with mock concern. "But darling, you haven't even begun to serve your purpose."
Shalria's eyes, devoid of their former arrogance, flickered up to meet Sadi's.
"I'm sorry... forgive me!"
A pathetic plea flickered on her lips, a stark contrast to the haughty pronouncements of just moments ago.
The Celestial Dragon was broken.
A triumphant smirk stretched across Sadi's face.
Years as Head Guard of Impel Down had honed her skills to a razor's edge.
She wasn't infamous for mere cruelty – that was a dime a dozen in the prison.
No, Sadi reveled in the psychological breakdown, the slow, agonizing unraveling of a prisoner's spirit.
Even the most hardened criminals, men who had stared death in the face a thousand times, crumbled under her sadistic touch.
A pampered Celestial Dragon, cosseted from birth, was child's play.
"Now," Sadi smiled, her voice sweet like honey, "we have two options. We can continue this little… entertainment for a while longer. Or, you can become my plaything… and naturally, serve my Master as well."
Her words hung heavy in the air.
Charles and his father, Saint Rosward, erupted in a chorus of panicked shrieks.
A Celestial Dragon become a slave?!
It was unthinkable, a violation of the natural order!!
But the look in Shalria's eyes, a flicker of something akin to desperate hope, sent a fresh wave of terror crashing through them.
Then came the words that sent them plummeting into an abyss.
"I… I want to become your plaything, Mistress!"
The words, choked out in a pathetic whisper, were a betrayal of Shalria's lineage, a renunciation of everything she once held dear.
The spark of defiance, the flicker of pride – they were all extinguished, replaced by a raw, desperate yearning for… what!?
Acceptance?!
Or perhaps domination?!
"Sister!"
Charles let out a strangled sob, his blubbering a stark contrast to the chilling silence that had descended upon the room.
"Shalria! How could you!?"
Saint Rosward, his face a mask of horror, stared at his daughter, his own flesh and blood, with a mixture of disgust and a chilling fear for his own fate.
"Excellent choice!"
Sadi exclaimed, her voice laced with a dangerous amusement.
"But becoming a plaything requires… training."
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