My personal toy

Evans pov

I was dragged to a dark room. There was only one lantern that lightened the whole room. The room was filled with leather chairs. The walks have chains and shackles and there was a four poster bed, but instead of a canopy it had chains and ropes.

The room has a glass showcase in which there are many kinds of sticks, canes and whips or many other things I did not understand. The guard left after closing the room while I just explored the room. I walked towards the window to see where it would lead to. But instead of having transparent glass, it was painted black. So there was no way I could see what was outside. I moved to open the window when I heard the door opening.

"Still having dreams to run away? Huh? I must say that you are a very stubborn man. But one thing you do not know is, I love to break the stubborn man's will. Giving them torture is what I enjoy. Your screams will give me immense peace." the man talked dreamily. I felt nauseous looking at his lecherous face.

As if reading my expressions, his face darken. "You think I am ugly huh? I can see why you feel so. This silvery hair, and beautiful blue eyes. And look at this fair skin, there was not a single blemish on it. That is why you are being proud huh? You think you are special than other slaves because of your handsome features?

But tonight, I will destroy everything you have and soon you will be worse than them. Then I will see how you will spread your feathers after tonight," he walked towards the showcase and took out a thin whip. And I did not need to tell that it was for me. But I was not afraid since he was alone.

He was a fat man with a beer belly and I was sure I could handle a man like him easily. So, I stood there confidently but who would have thought that he was so well prepared.

"Come in" he shouted and soon a bunch of guards came in and held me tightly. They took me towards the shackles on the wall and bound my hands there.

"Perfect. Now you are ready. Let's start with this whip, shall we?" with that he took the whip and started hitting my back. It was sharp and each hit was so perfect that I could feel my skin getting cut and blood oozing out.

I closed my eyes and bit my lip to stop myself from screaming. As the man said, he loved listening to the screaming and pain of slaves. I would not give that satisfaction to him.

He continued his merciless assaults when I heard him gasping frequently and his strokes losing their strength.

"Such a stubborn person. I think this whip is not enough to give you the punishment." he murmured as he stopped stroking me.

His hand made way to the back of my head to pull my hair making me yelp in pain, "You are very brave to hit me. Not once but twice. You should be taught not to disobey the rules. And rule number one is, no matter what, always obey what I say. And since you think this whip is not enough. I will start with a knife or shall I use the iron rod to brand you as a slave first." her asked as he continued to pull my hair. I was sure many were already in his hands.

I once again closed my eyes and tried to detach myself from the pain. Thinking about the time I have spent with my father in the meadows. And how he always loved me and took care of me. He used to run a hand in my hair late at night so that I could sleep peacefully.

I felt cold water thrown over my face again, which brought me back from my reverie.

"How dare you to sleep midway while you are getting punished, huh?" His face was red and black and I felt pain. I winced as the droplets of water touched my skin.

Finally satisfied with the result, he let go of my hair. A smirk formed on his lips as he pointed, "the water is prepared specifically for you. It has salt and other spices mixed so that each of your injuries and open wounds would burn when the water touches your skin. It will keep you awake and help in feeling every hit ten more times.`` He was so proud to see the expressions of pain on my face.

But I soon turned my face blank again. Though it was painful like hell, and it was unbearable to stand like this. My knees were giving away. But I persisted. If I let him win, I would be like them, those dead slaves that were out in the hall. Those who don't have a brain or will. Like a puppet they follow instructions. I could not be like them, it was better to die than that life.

"Your whole body is crying in pain yet you want to put up a battle of strength. This is great! You are one of the most stubborn slaves I have ever found. I will play with you for months. You are not here to be sold anymore. You will be my personal pet. You will stay all your life in this dark room and never see the outside world. I will play with until your body wither and die.'' His words were no less than a promise and I gritted my teeth.

"So, shall we end today's session with a large cut on your face. It will give a perfect look to your blemish- free face."

I closed my eyes and waited for the pain to arrive but before he could do so, a knock on the door interrupted him.