The Archers Mark (on hold)

The Tavern part 1

Star's pov.

I arched my back and tried not to groan in pain as I felt the whips lash against my bare back sting as it tore through my already scarred flesh. I felt a stray piece of glass tear in to my skin after the initial sting of the whip. 

I bit my lip shutting my eyes tightly forcing myself not to cry.
I was too strong to give them the pleasure of hearing my screams. 

Instead I squeezed my tightly bound hands together in fists; forcing my hands to turn red more then they were.

My hands where bound and I was hanging by a rope, (that had my hands so secure I could barely feel anything higher than my wrist), on a sturdy metal rod that stuck out from a large wooden stake in the middle of a wide space; surrounded by cages of once wild animals now domesticated for our biding and other cages of beaten marines and former pirates alike.

 I heard their yells and cheers as the whip slashed through my skin again causing the familiar sting and smell of blood to run down my back and feel my nostrils. I felt the force slam my body against the wooden pole and yelp at the pain.

"Why do you let me do this?" I heard Karen ask as I felt her body real back and arch getting ready to slash again.

 I barely lifted my head and smiled, I continued to dangle from the ground and pulled my shoulders to shrug but felt the pain rip through my body more and grimaced. 

"Well I am kinda bound." I stated sarcastically wiggling my fingers that where turning red and purple. 

"That can't be good." I mumbled looking up at them. I heard Karen's footsteps and felt the kicked up sand embed its self in to my wounds as she walked closer to me.

"That's a load of shit, we all know you could easily break these ropes." She stated, as I heard her wrap the whip up by throwing it in the air then pulling it down and have it wrapping it around her arm. 

Much like I did, I had learned from the same place that Karen had learned from. Her sister. I closed my eyes and let my head hang low.

"On contrary, my dear general if I could've I would've but I seem to be tied up at the moment." I smiled as I said my bad joke.

 Karen walked behind me and took the bucket of salt water that sat next to the pole that I hung from and bent down to pick it up. I watched her from the corner of my eyes.

She eyed my body and sighed. "Such a shame you dont do something about your situation Commander." She whispered. 

I closed my eyes as I heard the people in a cage roar with "Do it!" and "Give her a taste of her own medicine!"

I guess I deserved that but to be honest I thought they would be more turned on because I was bare backed and in my underwear, my bra was black and laced but due to the slashing it had tore and was barely covering my chest it hung on me only because of the way I was positioned.

 I was still allowed to wear my pants but the white of them had now become blood soaked from my cuts. So maybe that was why they weren't turned on. Either way I don't care.

I watched Karen's movement through the corner of my eye giving her a scared look. "My situation?" I asked giving myself a small twist taking in a sharp breath at the pain and then looked at her, feeling my wrists turn and burn from the rope.

She placed the bucket on her side sloshing some of it out and causing the dirt to clump up. I watched in and gulped. "Nope, nope, nope," I mumbled trying to swing myself away from that menacing bucket.

 She laughed and picked it up "The one that you seem to be swinging away from." She stated moving to splash it on my body. However as I closed my eyes and awaited she stopped.