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Lucian

"Agh! I'm... I'm sorry," she cries out, her voice breaking with a cracked shriek.

"Your apologies are full of shit, y'know that?"

I bring the belt down again with a swift, calculated strike. Her scream pierces the air, raw and desperate, each sob a ragged gasp that seems to tear through her. Desperation takes hold as she digs her fingernails into her palms, her entire body quivering with fear and pain.

Her wrists are tightly bound atop her head, the rough rope biting into her skin, leaving angry red marks.

"You will abide by my fucking rules, do you understand?"

I strike her again. The sound of the impact is a sharp crack that echoes through the room.

"I..I understand—" she cries out, her head dropping onto the mattress in a futile search for relief.

But I strike her once more, forcing her head to lift.

"Say it exactly as I do. One mistake, and we start over. We have all day,"

I bring the belt down again, the sharp crack slicing through the silence. The room is filled with the sound of her cries and the echo of each strike. I step back, my eyes fixed on her buttocks and thighs, now marked with vivid red streaks.
The sight of her trembling form stirs a dark satisfaction within me.

"I understand.." she repeats in pain.

My fists clench, knuckles turning white as I replay the incident in my mind, each memory stoking the fire of my anger. With each strike, I release a torrent of pent-up rage, her cries growing louder with every blow until I begin to feel a semblance of calm.

"Never defy me."

I deliver a sharp, precise blow to her left cheek.

"Never defy you," she echoes, her voice trembling, head bowed in submission.

"Never try to flee."

Strike.

She cries out, her head dropping momentarily. I strike again and again, my words punctuated by each blow.

"When the fuck did I give you permission to rest?"

She hesitates, her body quivering, before finally repeating my words, her voice shaky and drenched in fear. Each syllable she utters reverberates in the oppressive silence of the room.

"Please... please stop, Lucian," she begs suddenly, her voice cracking with desperation.

"Did I say you can speak? Every word you utter is because I fucking allow it," I growl.

My hand shoots out, fingers tangling in her hair and yanking it back with a controlled force. Her head snaps up, and her eyes lock onto mine, wide and vulnerable, like a startled puppy caught in the headlights. Every breath she takes is shallow and quick, her lips parting slightly as she waits for my next move.

"Tell me how grateful you are for the privilege to speak," I murmur.

Her eyes widen even more, and she takes a deep breath. She better demonstrate her gratitude in a way that pleases me.

"Fucking thank me, for every breath that you take, it is because I allow it." my grip on her hair tightens slightly, and I can feel her shiver under my touch.

Her eyes remain locked on mine, hesitating for a moment, then whispers, "T-thank you for allowing me to speak," the words are barely audible, almost a struggle for her to spit out through gritted teeth.