His Perfect Daughter

Chapter 16

"Before I begin, I want to clarify a few things: You may not use your magic, you'll have to withstand however many I decide or else you fail, and there is no safe word. We don't need that childish nonsense here. You know what you signed up for." Niklaus stated. "We'll go with....20 for today. I'll play nice." He chuckled a bit.

Or else I fail? Is this for every time or? Oh lord. 20? All my plans aren't gonna mean shit if I fail. I'm used to a rough beating but this? I don't know...This is some overkill type shit! Of course no safe word...I knew that was coming and the magic. He's not wrong. I knew about his reputation. Brace yourself..just keep it all in..just think of something else..Khoudia shut her eyes tightly and gripped onto the bed covers.

Wapshh! Went the sound of the first crack of the whip, plenty more to come.

Khoudia breathed in air through her nostrils while she chewed on her bottom lip. It stung horribly and the after feeling as the worse, worse than ironing, worse than a hot stove, worse than her mother's spankings; she couldn't imagine a greater pain than this. The whip curled around her leg, marking a red line as it slithered away. She wanted to give in. Throw in the towel. She wanted to be done. But if she did that, she wouldn't have another chance. She knew this. So she continued.

2..3...4...5...6...7..8..9..10. After the 10th one, she couldn't hear him anymore. She couldn't feel anything. Completely numb. Her hip bones kept contorting as if they were ready to break and dislocate at any moment.

Hm. Impressive little witch. But they all fall either way. He noted, raising the bullwhip and slicing her bruised ass cheeks while the rope-y end sliced her thighs curling around a different leg each time he struck.

11..12..13..14...15. After the 15th one, tears started rolling down Khoudia's redden face as she kept sucking in air and holding her breath in, eyes completely shut. Her stomach couldn't withstand the harsh breathes she kept forcing in. Shit. I'm starting to get in. No. Just a few more. Just a few more to go.

He could tell she was trying her best not to scream. He could smell her salty tears which made him hard, causing a boner to form. Oh, how badly he wanted to whip her until she was bleeding, lick it all off, and fuck her afterwards. He knew he was sick. He knew he was a deviant. But he couldn't care less.

16..17..18..19..20. Immediately after the 20th one, Khoudia loosened her grip on the covers and fell onto the bed; letting out shaky irregular breathes. She knuckles were so red, it looked like she had arthritis. She didn't want to open her eyes, she didn't want to move, she didn't want to do anything. Khoudia started inhaling sharply when the numbness started to go away and she felt the aftermath. Prepare yourself. It's just gonna get worse and worse from here on out. You saw that wall. No self-pity. That's why you're here. So you don't have to pity yourself. Because it was your fault you allowed it to get this far. No feeling sorry for yourself. Now get up. You look terrible. Her conscience spoke. Khoudia wiped her tears, lifted her shaky elbows off the bed, grunting, and stood up to turn and face him so it could be over.

"You're excused. Congratulations, little witch." Niklaus smirked at her broken and disheveled appearance; tempted to fuck her brains. He knew he was the one responsible for her broken state and that aroused him more than anything. But he held it in. That could easily be taken care of. She did well. She can leave.

Khoudia nodded and whispered the relocation spell, the sound of her voice still quivering. As soon as she appeared in her bedroom, she collapsed on her stomach against the bed. She couldn't help all the tears falling, groaning in pain when she lightly brushed her palm over her behind. I won't be able to walk, sit, or lay on my ass for weeks...Hopefully he gives me some time. Who am I kidding? Did you see the look on his face? Did you see his obvious boner? Khoudia knew about his dangerous reputation, how human female guests would end up dead after being with him. The only female clients of his that roamed the place were vampires he turned or werewolves which he turned into hybrids. Instead of seeing guilt or remorse on his face, which is what she usually saw from the men who took her in; she saw excitement paired with a sinister smirk. He looked completely aroused by the whole thing. Hell, if his boner wasn't obvious enough just look at his face. Not even one flicker of guilt or remorse was seen on his face. I..I can't...I can't tell Hope about this..at least not for awhile..The plan is still on even though I'm starting to regret this. She shuddered, feeling a terrible headache.

Well too fucking late. Now you have to stay. Why are you blaming him? So what if he's a psychopath? Isn't that what you wanted? Stop lying to yourself. You hated the pity, the guilt, the remorseful looks those men kept giving you each and every time. You wanted someone who couldn't give a damn about you or your well being. That's what you wanted. Now you have it. Stop complaining. You got what you wanted. Khoudia's conscience piped in, as she began to fall fast asleep; ignoring the throbbing headache and the burning sensation she felt from her thighs, legs, and behind.