The Prince and the Prisoner

Chapter 1

 The whip slashed his skin and he knew it had instantly drawn blood. The blonde could feel the skin breaking – the blood trickling down his back. Shock spread through his body as the pain rippled through him. He squeezed his eyes shut, his hands curling into a fist.

"One."

A loud crack preceded the pain He felt exploding across his back at the second hit. All the air rushed from his lungs, the feeling much more intense and painful than the first hit. It was as if liquid fire was dancing beneath his skin - molten lava coursing through his veins. He grits his teeth – he would not cry out – he won't let them have the satisfaction.

"Two"

But he couldn't help the grunt that forced itself from his lips when the third strike hit right on top of a previous one. It felt like a million tiny needles forcing themselves into his skin. The pain was indescribable – it took a conscious effort for him not to start screaming.

"Three"

He screamed, tugging on the cuffs in a desperate attempt to get away - tears streaming down his face.

"Four"

He fell to his knees at the fifth hit - tears streaming down his cheeks, "M-make it s-stop" He sobbed "P-please."

Mitzuki reached forward and grabbed the boy by the hair "Well, my dear Kitsune, that wasn't so hard, right?"

He released the cuffs, and the blonde collapsed on the hard cold floor of his cell. The door was unlocked, maybe he could escape...

"You won't try to escape, right Naru-chan?" Mizuki breathed into his ear, "I had a stressful day, how about you help me de-stress?" He pulled the boy into his lap his fingers painfully digging into the gashes left by the whip. He seemed to enjoy the whimpers coming from the trembling boy.

"Well? Are you upset with me, sunshine?" Mizuki frowned "You know you deserve it, don't you?"

On not receiving a response from him, He grabbed the blonde's jaw forcing him to look at him. "Maybe the next time you'll learn to answer me when I ask you a question."

He threw him into the wall, kicking him in the stomach when the blonde cried out in pain, "Silence, Demon!"

"That is much better."Mizuki smiled "Tell me again you shouldn't cry?"

"Because I deserve it." Came the hushed reply.

"Yes, you do." He grinned – A feral smile that sent shivers down the blonde's spine. "Now, you are going to help me de-stress, right?"

The boy's eyes widened, "Yes, Sir"

"Well then – Strip."

Not much remained of his clothes after the whipping His eyes flickered to the open door, He could escape... Once he got out maybe he could shout or something, draw in a crowd-

"What is the matter, demon? Need my help?" Mizuki asked, reaching out towards the boy, his dark eyes clouded with lust.

This was it.

Summoning everything he had into his fist, he punched Mizuki in the face and ran out of the cell.

So...

How was it?