Swimming with the Devil

Torture to Training

Dianna groaned in pain and looked at Martin, whose expression had now grown stern. He nodded and Dianna crawled back to him, Martin attached the leash to the door knob and stomped in Tianne's direction, he roughly grabbed her by her hair, making sure the pain penetrated right thru her scalp, and pulled her up to stand. He got closer to her face and spat right on her face and threw her back to the bed as roughly as he could. Even the bed made a loud sound of rattling.

Tianne realised she had fucked up, but how was she to know when no one told her any of the rules?

With a small cry of pain, she didn't protest when she was thrown on the bed. She had a feeling that would make it worse. She struggled when she was being tied to the bed, but eventually gave up on that after a few hits to the face.

He shook his head and clicked his tongue and looked at her hand, which had a bandage around it. "Yeah are not allowed to touch what's mine. I give punishments, not you! But since you broke that rule, you will be punished."

He turned around and looked at Dianna, "Tie her against the bed and get me pliers. We need to teach her who's the boss here."

"Well you know what, if someone told me the fucking rules around here, it'd be easier not to break them" she spat in his direction, glaring directly at Dianna, a death stare on its way because she wanted that bitch dead. She had a feeling the pliers wouldn't be gentle, and she'd most likely not be able to attend whatever training there was tomorrow morning.

Dianna quickly stood up and took out some ropes from the night stand and began typing her up, every time, Tia protested, she ended up with a punch on her face.

She then grinned like a Cheshire cat and handed over the pliers to him, "Here, master."

Dianna chuckled and stepped backwards, her own body was a sight to see, naked and bruised, yet she was smiling.

Martin walked in closer, " Pick a number from 1-20. We'll go clockwise." He chuckled

Tianne growled at her, wishing it was her that tortured the hell out of Dianna. She then looked up at Martin, wondering exactly what he meant.

"Seven" she replied, wanting to see what exactly was going to happen. She had a feeling its to do with toes and fingers.

"Great choice that would be your ring finger...wait toe, beside the pinky, left foot." He stared at her foot with the bandage around her ankle, and made a screeching sound as he dragged the plier open and ran it across the metal pole and then bringing it closer to her foot. "Same foot, wouldn't hurt much...if you don't move, because with that ankle, extra movement would multiply the pain." He had a wide grin across his face, a devilish grin.

Her feeling being right, she tugged at the rope holding her left ankle in place before the pain shot up her leg. It almost made her scream but she managed to hold it down to a small cry. Tears blurred her vision as she felt Diannas fingers held her toe out.Her feeling being right, she tugged at the rope holding her left ankle in place before the pain shot up her leg. It almost made her scream but she managed to hold it down to a small cry. Tears blurred her vision as she felt Diannas fingers held her toe out.

He gently touched her toe and asked Dianna to hold it out for him and looked back at Tianne, "We are going to rip apart your nail, sweetie. If you thank me for doing so, I will not uproot another one, but if you misbehave, I will make sure, there would be no nails on your body."

"Just stop it already. How the hell am I supposed to go to tomorrow's training session if I can't even move!?" She yelled at him, trying her best to keep her ankle from moving. She was already silently crying from the pain in her ankle, which also made her breathing hitch up and more difficult to stay calm. That breathing was bringing on pain and discomfort in her chest, and she wasn't able to stop it.