Chapter 10 part 2

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"Okay, let's get started."

Helma panicked as she felt her chin being tightly gripped. The hand that touched her face seemed to be covered in rubber gloves, allowing it to stick firmly to her face without slipping the slightest bit because of the oil or sweat on Helma's face.

"Please stop, I'm afraid..." Helma was still trying to plead with the person, now she was really scared when she felt no hesitation in the person's grip. She was sure that the person would hurt her.

"It's too late Helma, I have sent you a letter asking you to admit your mistakes in the school's public audience, but you ignored my message, then, let's enjoy the game you have chosen," the voice no longer sounded as friendly as before, it sounded full of rage that was tightly suppressed.

"Enjoy Helma,"

Crass...

"Akhhh... Panasss... Akhhh... Sorry... Sorry... Sorry Panasss.. Akhhh... It hurts... Please stop..." Helma continued to scream loudly to stop the person's actions.

Now She understood the word 'strika' that the person had said. Turns out She meant the iron to tidy up clothes. And the heated iron was placed callously on Helma's face.

Pain, soreness, and heat were the most dominant feelings that Helma felt as a result of the iron being placed on her face. The iron, which had been raised to a very hot temperature, was attached directly to Helma's face, to be more precise on Helma's cheeks.

The heat sizzled as it touched Helma's skin. Hissing like water poured over a hot skillet.

Helma's screams continued for several seconds. After 30 seconds of sticking the iron away from Helma's face, the person pulled the iron away from Helma's face. And Helma's screams of pain were unavoidable.

How could she not scream loudly, when the iron was pulled away from her face, the facial skin that Helma had always been proud of was carried away because it stuck to the iron's surface. Leaving a burnt face that looks like cooked meat on the part left by the skin.

Helma roared, her body twisted. Jerking here and there to escape. Due to the unbearable pain that was on her face, Helma did not notice that the nylon threads that were binding in several places were starting to pierce her skin.

The thread was torn to and fro along with the strong movements that Helma made because she felt the excruciating pain on her face.

"Doesn't it hurt?" the person whispered in Helma's ear, asking when Helma had been screaming in pain from the start that she had never imagined.

"Do you want more? What? Just a little? Yes," replied the person, cleaning the surface of the iron using an iron so that the skin on Helma's face that was previously attracted could be cleaned.

"Just a moment," said the person, followed by the whirring sound of metal rubbing against each other.

Helma didn't hear what the person said at all. Right now all that was in her brain was pain, heat and pain at the same time.

Nothing could be heard, because the sound of the scream was so loud it disguised the person's voice which was basically very small. because that person always spoke in a whisper.

Helma's howl grew louder as she felt the iron stick to her face again. Followed by the angry and angry voice of the person right in her ears.

This time the person pressed the iron hard against Helma's face, but in less than 30 seconds, She had moved the iron away from Helma's face. To be precise it was only 12 seconds and the iron was already being pulled away from Helma.

Again, Helma's complexion lifted. Not because it took a long time, but because the person placed the iron on Helma's face while pressing it firmly. So that in a short time Helma's facial skin stuck to the iron.

ironically, this time, when the iron was pulled away, some parts of Helma's skin were still firmly attached to Helma's face. So it had to give a little effort to separate the skin from Helma's face.

Just a little, because it wasn't that hard for that person to pull the skin away from Helma's face. But She still wanted to play around with it a bit by pulling it slowly until Helma's howl of pain really reached its limit.

Because of the pain of the torment she felt, Helma had to urinate because she could not feel the torment any further. Even Helma didn't notice it. All She noticed was the pain in her face.

"Hot huh?" the person can be heard slamming something on the floor. Looks like it's a hard thing. After the object sounded shattered, the person untied Helma's hands and threw Helma onto the cold floor.

"Because I am a good person, I will reduce the heat you feel," said the person placing an ice cube on Helma's face who was lying on her back helplessly.

Helma was completely exhausted and couldn't move an inch other than touching her hot face.

Helma hissed as the ice cubes that had become small chunks were placed on her face. The heat subsided a little, but the ice cubes didn't really help.

"Listen Helma you have to survive and live, I want to show you, how I took everything from you, then humiliated you in front of everyone," said the person stuffing something into Helma's mouth forcibly.

Helma was already powerless to refuse. Even though the torture against her didn't last for 3 minutes, even the 2nd Black Pink song that was playing had to end and move on to the 3rd song. However, the torture against her was really very painful.

It felt like her life was about to be forcibly removed from her body, but was stopped at the threshold of her throat.

A few moments later Helma fell asleep because the medicine given by that person was sleeping pills.

The person who molested Helma did not leave immediately. She provides first aid for wounds caused by nylon thread. Not without reason, because if not treated, the wound will continue to bleed.

Could Helma die within a few hours. She didn't want that, because her original goal was to not only provide physical service, She also wanted to humiliate Helma.

She wanted to destroy Helma physically and mentally at the same time. Isn't that the sweetest revenge?

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TBC