The Devil's Bride

Chapter 5

    The dinner went smoothly. No exclaims of hatred or disagrence. Just peaceful conversation and great table manners. But, when the guest leaves and the plates need cleaning, a lady must enact punishment. So that's how Mason heard the creak of stairs as he washes the dishes and cleans the silver.

    "Mason~" Mable said in a singsong voice as she slowly made her way over to him, causing him to turn and stare at her feet. He could hear her heels clicking as she walked over to him, hiding something behind her back.

    "Look at me!" She said snaking him when he took to long to meet her eyes. His shaking body cowered as he tried to back away when he saw what she held in her hands. In her well manicured hands she held a spiked whip.

    "You were told to tell MY MOTHER that I had company." She said as she advanced closer on the shaking teen, who seemed to just want to get away from her. Unrolling it, grinning excitedly as saw the fear in his eyes, the way his body shook to the point he was vibrating. And with a flick of her arm, she struck his face. Watching as his cheek turned red with her hand print as he stared up to her from the floor. Bringing the whip up she brought it down upon his flesh wish as much force as she could muster, he let out a whimper as he held his hands over his mouth, curling into himself, biting hist lip to hold in the screams. She continues whipping him until satisfied, with the blood puddle underneath him, as the difference between blood and skin blur. Bending down she whispered into his ear.

   "Next time, do as you're told." Before using her heal to stab into one of many wounds on his body. And walked off, probably going to her room to sneak out. Leaving Mason to use his shaking arms to push himself up as he began to stand on his legs, shaking like a newborn dear. Moving gently as he winced, as he began to shakily move to grab the mop. Since it was still fresh it won't be as hard, but will still cause problems. It took him longer than he initially thought after about 30 minutes he found himself disposing the blood. Carefully, he went to the bathroom making sure to clean off all his wounds. Before carefully wrapping them in old ripped up cloth. Once he finished he curled up, and read the book from Bill. And that's how he spent the rest of the night, enjoying the first gift he's ever gotten.

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