Reincarnated Mate

chapter 32

Punishment-

⚠️Warning of BDSM Abuse. I don't recommend if it's triggering!⚠️

{The BOLD words are Vegas's English speaking lines}

Vegas had to hide his scent and his tracks very well so he wasn't risk being found by neither his cousins or his father but if he had to choose who would find him first is definitely his dad. Vegas is hiding in a safe house on some private far away land. It's probably the last place anyone would look.

It's pretty remote and the other way you can travel there is by boat. Pete has been passed out for awhile and it could have something to do that he was bitten by Vegas and he was bleeding out. Vegas step up a chained structure in his room as he strip Pete down to his boxers.

Vegas handcuff Pete as he stood up.

"Wake up!" Vegas slapped Pete as it didn't work at all. Vegas got up as he splash the water all over Pete's face in which it did wake Pete up.

Pete gasp for air as if it was the first time he has ever breathe in years. Pete regain all his memories as he thought everything that happened with Vegas and the pack was all a dream but when he looked up and saw Vegas with a smirk on his face.

He knew it was real.

Pete looked at his surroundings, trying to see where he's been taking. His arms are handcuff while his arms are in the air. He noticed that he was stripped down to only in his boxers.

Pete thought that he was in hell. His own personal hell.

"Why didn't you just kill me?" Pete asked as he still doesn't understand.

"I told you that you're now my Pet. I'll use you when I'm bored or I want someone to play with. You should feel privileged. You're the first actual DOG I have ever owned." Vegas said as he chuckles evilly.

"What are you playing at? Is this how you're gonna treat me? After I......took care of you." Pete's voice starts to break as the guy he fell for is actually gonna treat him like he is some pet and not at least a human being.

Vegas grabbed ahold of Pete's face with a tight strong grip, hurting Pete.

"I don't need pity from you or anyone." Vegas said in a low dark voice. He eventually let go on Pete face as he walked towards a closet.

Vegas opened a box as he took how a slash whip that was a size of a belt rope. Vegas stalked over to Pete was he placed the cold leather belt on his skin teasingly. Vegas placed his hand down Pete's chest as he slide it down to the hem of waist line.

"What are you doing?" Pete asked him as he was shocked where Vegas's hand was.

"You got a tattoo?...." Vegas looks down to see a clear read. "No legacy is so rich as.....honestly." Vegas said as he slid his finger across the tattoo. He looked up at Pete as he smirked. "What a load of bullshit."

Pete was nervous. He wasn't sure what Vegas was gonna plan to do with him. He doesn't want to be in this horrible nightmare. Vegas's mind is unpredictable.

"How many whips you say we should start with...." Vegas question as he played the whip on Pete's chest. "Let's say 10 is a good start. Count for me." Vegas said as he readied himself.

Smack!

Pete screams as the whip made impact to his chest.

"Count!" Vegas yelled at Pete in anger.

"......One..."