The Unthought Fate [MxM]

Chapter 10

    Vlad

"Look who we have here!" he told me, his voice filled with repulsion. "It seems your last master has had some complaints about you" he said mockingly, his hands carefully caressing the chains I was tied up with.

This trainer was rather new in this facility. None of them stayed too much really, they were constantly switched between compounds so they would not get attached to us and become lenient or merciful.

This one chained me on a wall, hands and legs spread, in X. I was there from the day prior, no food or water given in the meantime. They did nothing else to me, just let me reflect on my mistakes, they said.

"Did you reflect on the mistakes you made?" He asks, as if I was stupid enough to think that my answer was making any difference. At the same time, I knew that if I said nothing, what is to come will be worse.

"Yes, sir" I replied, head low, eyes on the ground.

"Oh, you did now. Ok! Great!" Is his response, acting all surprised as if this was our first tango. No it wasn't, but they are either very good actors and enjoy this play so much or have amnesia. I bet my borrowed money on the first option.

And now I waited for the worse to come. And it came.

"That is wonderful, but you know..." he says while reaching for the table behind him. "It's my duty as a trainer to make sure you not only reflect on what you did, but also ingrain those mistakes so you won't do it again." He said with a fake sigh as if he was not having so much fun humiliating me, while studying the table's content

I wanted to say that he meant "inflict", not "ingrain", but I knew my place and that my body take only so much, so instead I told him "Yes, sir!".

"Very good! Then you know I am forced to punish you for your wrongdoings" he said while selecting a short double blade, that unfortunately I knew was very, very sharp, and turned back at me.

Once I saw his tool of choice, I tried gathering all the strength left in my already weak body and prepared my mind for the next few hours.

Coming closer, he looks at me, but my face still downcast prevents him from seeing my face and of course he doesn't like that.

Once in front of me, he grips my face with his dirty hards, because hygiene who, and lifts it to make me look at him. I am no fool, I know he loves seeing my face scrunch in pain, the eyes becoming watery.

"You know I hate to do this" he told my while with the knive he stars making small cuts on my chest, arms, stomach and legs, where ever the blade would reach without him moving from his position. He wanted to see me in pain.

And I was in pain from the first glide of that blade on my skin. Gritting my teeth I tried to not give him his much desired satisfaction. He made every cut so, so slowly, carefully watching my every twitch. Just three cuts later and I couldn't hide it anymore, my suffering. At first was just a little gasp, that turned into a yelp, slowly increasing to cries and screams. His grin was getting bigger. My body was slowly starting to tremble, making the cuts bigger and deeper and it was becoming a vicious circle.

The cut itself wasn't that bad, but the way he used the blade made it worse. He was so slow, I could feel the knife splitting my skin open, the blood slowly running down.

By the tenth cut I was a bloody, sobbing mess, sweat making the feeling worse, the gushes now also stinging.

I think I was boring him, because he stopped and took a step further from me. I opened my eyes to see what was happening, and through my blurry gaze, I saw him looking good and long at me.