For Me,There Is Only You |18+|

36. Endurance

I was back on the chair once again, but this time my hands were tied to the arms of the chair instead of behind my back. The chains binding my feet rattled in the silent darkness as I tried to move.

I couldn't see anything because my eyes were blindfolded.

I strained my ears, desperate to hear any sound of Master because this silence was slowly driving me mad with fear.

After what felt like an eternity, I heard him move. His light footsteps approached me, and I heard the sound of metal clinking as he moved, as if he were carrying something... like a tray.

"You know, boy," Master said, his voice eerily close above my head. "When we lose one of our senses, our other senses become sharper. Do you think that's true?"

I knew I had to answer him, or he would punish me. Fear gripped my chest as I tried to speak, my voice trembling. "I... I d-don't know, Master."

"Hmm." Master mumbled, and I heard a clink as he set the tray on the floor. "Then shall we test this theory?" His voice was level with my head, sending chills down my spine.

Panic surged through me, making it hard to breathe. I knew something worse was coming. "No... Master, please."

He sighed; his tone filled with disappointment. "I haven't even started yet. What are you begging for, boy?"

Tears welled up in my eyes beneath the blindfold. "Please, Master, I'll do anything. Just don't..."

"Don't what?" he interrupted, his voice cold and unfeeling. "When you behave like this, a part of me really wants to punish you. Haven't I told you that you should feel grateful for the pain I give you? It's going to make you stronger. It's been six months since I started teaching you, and you still haven't learned anything yet?"

"I... I am sorry, Master."

"No, I am really disappointed in you, boy," Master said. "I was going to do this slowly, but you leave me no choice..."

Before I could understand, he grabbed my wrist and positioned my left hand so that my fingers were splayed out, the nails prominently exposed. He seized my middle finger and inserted something sharp like a needle under my fingernail.

As the needle penetrated the sensitive area beneath the nail, my body arched violently, a choked scream escaping my lips. The pain was excruciating, like nothing I had ever felt before.

"Master, please stop... it's hurting... please," I begged, trying to move, to snatch my hand away from his grip, but his hold was unyielding, his strength overpowering.

The pain was immediate and overwhelming. The needle seemed to burn as Master inched it further under the nail, sending waves of agony through my hand and radiating up my arm.

Master adjusted the angle of the needle slightly, twisting it just enough to elicit another cry of pain from me. "Feel that?" he taunted. "Your sense of touch is enhanced now because you are blindfolded."

My eyes were squeezed shut; teeth clenched as I fought against the searing pain. My breathing came in ragged gasps, each exhalation accompanied by a hard, agonized moan.

The sensation was so intense that it seemed to blur the line between pain and madness.

With deliberate slowness, Master placed the tip of the needle under my thumbnail. I clenched my jaw, every muscle in my body tensing. I knew what was coming, but the anticipation was its own kind of agony.