The Anorexic Vampire

Chapter Seven: All Night

I woke with a yelp as I felt something smack my back, leaving a stinging pain behind it. I got up to see Sharpe holding a whip in his hand, looking down at me.

"Wake up my Little Bitch, it's time for round two of my worst~" He cooed, grabbing a fistful of my hair and yanking me out of bed.

He really was going to call me that all the time, "Yes Sir," I said, trying to get up to walk only to have him push me back down. I even tried crawling but he stepped on my hands repeatedly.

When we got outside he pulled me over to a large wooden post with some rope tied to it and tied the other end to my wrists, making me put my head against the post before ripping my shirt off.

I already knew what he planned on doing to me, I just couldn't quite understand why this so-called vampire health institution had an area for beating us.

"Just remember that you asked for this, Giro," I could practically hear the smile in his voice as he cracked the whip, bearing it down on me again and again until my skin turned red and welts formed, then my body healed them only for him to beat me harder.

This wasn't as bad as the first part, I could deal with physical pain, but I almost threw up at the idea of having to drink anymore. Yeah, this wasn't so bad...

I didn't try to count, it seemed like a lot of work for such a thankless task, so I just sunk my nails into the wood as he beat me. Time seemed to stretch on for an eternity and after a while I couldn't even focus on the wooden beam in front of me, everything became so blurry and tiring, but my back wasn't bleeding, he was purposefully going slow, giving me time to heal before swinging again, letting each lash sink in, was I even crying anymore?

Everything from just below my neck to just above the back of my knee was sore, would he continue until my body stopped healing me? Would the sun ever rise? Has it been any longer than a few hours? Is this how I'm going to spend my entire summer? I shouldn't complain though, he's right; I asked for this.

The lashes stopped suddenly, making me worry but not turn around. I remembered his rule about how I'm not supposed to look at him.

"So Little Bitch," I flinched when I heard him right behind me, and he gripped my hair, "What have you learned today?"

"That you have very strong arms, Sir," My breathing was shallow and my voice was raspy. I wasn't quite sure how I was supposed to answer, and I was too tired to really think about it.

"And that I won't hesitate to use them," He added.

"Yes Sir," It's painful to think that I'm only halfway finished.

"Would you like to know what part three of my punishment is?"

It didn't seem like he wanted a real response so I stayed quiet.

"I'm sure you must be exhausted, but I don't think you've earned the privilege to sleep just yet."

Damn it all...