ENIGMA

PUNISHMENT 2

Advik’s demeanor was one of cold detachment as he prepared the belt. His face was a mask of stern resolve, eyes locked on Ruhani with an intensity that seemed to strip away any remnants of empathy. He gripped the belt tightly, its leather surface catching the dim light of the room, the sound of its rustling a stark reminder of what was to come.

As he raised the belt, the room fell into a tense silence, punctuated only by the soft, ominous swish of the leather through the air. Advik’s movements were methodical and precise.

The first stroke landed with a sharp crack. Ruhani flinched, her body jerking under the impact. "Please!" she cried out, her voice a strained mixture of pain and desperation. "I’m sorry, I’ll do anything. Just stop!"

Advik’s expression remained cold, his eyes fixed on her as he raised the belt for the next stroke. "You should have thought of that before," he said icily. "This is what happens when you defy me."

Another stroke landed, and Ruhani’s cries grew louder, her body trembling uncontrollably. "No, please! Not the belt." she pleaded, her voice cracking. "I’ll be good, I promise! Just stop!"

Advik’s gaze was unrelenting, his focus entirely on the act of punishment. "It’s too late for promises," he said, his tone devoid of any sympathy. "You should have obeyed from the start."

"Advik, please," Ruhani sobbed between strokes, "I can’t take this. I’m begging you. I’ll do anything. Just stop this."

Advik's demeanor was unyielding as he delivered the next stroke with precise force. "You should have thought of that before testing my patience," he said coldly. "Each stroke is a consequence of your defiance."

Her pleas grew more desperate. "Please, Advik, I didn’t mean to—" she gasped. "I just...I just didn’t understand. Please, please stop! I’m so sorry. I’ll never disobey again."

Advik paused momentarily, his eyes narrowing. "You didn’t understand? Now you do," he said with icy resolve. "This is what happens when you test my limits. You should have trusted me to guide you."

Ruhani’s cries grew more fervent as the punishment continued. "I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! I’ll be good, I swear! Just stop, please!"

The relentless rhythm of the belt continued, Advik’s expression remaining cold and detached. "You’re learning the hard way," he said. "Sometimes, understanding comes only through experience. Let this be a lesson."

Advik's expression remained icy, his
focus solely on ensuring that the lesson
was taught with the full force of his
authority. The harsh reality of the
situation was made all too clear: there
was no room for negotiation, no space
for forgiveness. Tonight, Advik was
determined to make sure Ruhani
understood the full extent of her
disobedience.

Ruhani was sobbing uncontrollably, her body sagging with exhaustion and pain. Advik’s gaze remained unwavering, his resolve unshaken by her suffering.

“This is too harsh. She’s crying out, begging for mercy. Maybe I should stop,” a voice inside him argued.

But the colder, more relentless part of him pushed back. “No. If you stop now, she’ll think this was just a threat. She needs to learn that there are real consequences for disobedience. You must follow through.”

He tightened his grip on the belt, each stroke delivered with unyielding precision. The room was filled with the stinging sound of leather meeting skin, punctuated by Ruhani’s muffled cries. The harshness of the punishment was deliberate, meant to leave no room for misunderstanding.

Ruhani’s sobs grew more frantic. “Please, Advik! I’ll do anything! Just stop!” Her voice was barely more than a whimper, her body trembling uncontrollably.