Marshall's chest plate cracked open splitting in two from the initial impact of the whip the second time the whip was brought down a splitting sound filtered into the air. However, it was not the splitting of armor or cloth, no it was the splitting of skin.
Marshall squirmed in agony wincing at the sting of the icy air on his bared sound. His flesh was split cleanly creating a deep cut. Vermillion blood poured into the gaping wound consistently filling it with scarlet vicious matter which stung his nerves in the wound. The whip was brought down again slashing through the air with unabashed speed. The tip dug into Marshall's skin causing more blood to flow down his back in streams. The whip slashed his skin repeatedly each time tearing away at his skin flesh and muscle vigorously. His blood coated and cascaded down his back dripping into the floor forming puddles beneath him.
Marshall laid upon his stomach biting at his lip to keep from crying out until it began to bleed filling his mouth with the irony taste of his own blood. He wouldn't give the lizard the satisfaction of breaking him, he still had his pride.
Rocky smirked as he repeatedly flung the whip onto the boy's skin. Overwhelming warmth filled him as he watched in pleasure as the wounds opened in clean cuts and blood poured into them consistently. When the whip landed in a puddle of the blood that lay unmoving upon his kin it splattered the scarlet substance onto the tyrants upper lip. At this he slinked out his wet, sickeningly purple tongue and lapped at the bodily fluid wishing to taste his victim. It was sweet yet spicy the tyrants smile widened, he wished to taste more.
Marshall's heavy eyelids began to will his eyes closed as the painful stings became distant. Above his he could only hear the lashing of the whip against the air and his bared, bleeding,mutilated skin. Then it stopped. Air brushed across his face as he watched Rocky appear with half lidded eyes.
“Next time you try to escape you won't be so lucky monkey. Next time you disobey me I'll kill your father.” Rocky smiled then walked out the room self satisfied.
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Little Prince
Short Story5 year old Prince Marshall is a true prodigy. With strength that rivals the strongest of his race he is set to ba a great ruler. But what happens when Marshall is left on his own to defend himself and his race against the tyrannical rocky? How can o...
