My Sister, My mate

002 Raw Pains

Juan’s P•O•V

I looked around, realizing I was alone. Where had everyone gone? Not even my master was beside me anymore. A chill ran down my spine as I wondered if this was what the woman had talked about failing the interrogation.

Before I could ponder further, a guard approached me with a pass invitation, “Master requests your presence in his room,” He said, giving an unreadable expression.

My heart sank. What did he want from me? Was he planning to torture me for failing? I checked the invitation code, and my anxiety spiked. I had only two minutes to get to him. Failure to do so would only make things worse.

I sprinted to his room, following the described location. When I arrived, I halted, taking in the opulent decor. His room was even more lavish than my father’s. I had no idea what I was getting myself into.

I took a deep breath and stepped forward, my eyes fixed on the floor. My master sat in a chair, his eyes scanning a file in front of him. I couldn't bring myself to speak, my head bowed in submission.

Then, he spoke, in a low and commanding voice, “Stand on the pole, and lift your dress up,”

My eyes widened in horror. This meant he would see me half-naked. I was only wearing a mini inner panty, he would literally see me in all my vulnerability.

Biting my lip, I reluctantly obeyed. I stood on the pole, my dress lifted, my heart racing with anxiety.

Then, I felt a hot aura around me, I knew my master was approaching. His presence triggered a wave of fear, and hot sweat began to form on my body.

Suddenly, I felt a stinging slap on my buttocks. A loud scream escaped my lips as the slaps continued, each one more painful than the last. Tears streamed down my face, and I felt my resolve break.

For the first time in my life, I felt vulnerable, powerless. My father had always wanted me to never shed a tear. But my master’s cruelty had broken me, shattered me into a thousand pieces.

I couldn’t take it anymore. The slaps on my buttocks were relentless, “Please, stop! Please, have mercy!” I begged, my voice hoarse from crying.

But my master didn’t flinch. He didn’t even acknowledge my pleas. It was as if he was enjoying my suffering, feeding off my pain.

I continued to cry helplessly, my body shaking with sobs. But my master just kept slapping me, his expression unyielding.

Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, he stopped. I exhaled deeply, my body trembling with relief. My hands were slipping away from the pole, and causing my grip weakened by the pain.

But my relief was short-lived. Instead of stopping, my master loosened his belt and began whipping me with it. The pain was a million times worse than the slapping. It felt like my skin was being torn apart, like I was being flayed alive.

“Please, stop! Master,” I begged for the tenth time, my voice cracking with desperation.

And then, suddenly, he stopped. He dropped the belt and walked away, leaving me collapsed on the floor. I laid there, and my body was still trembling with pain.

“Stand,” He ordered, strictly, something pushed me on my feet, and I slowly got up from the floor, my body aching from the whipping. He gestured to a chair in front of him, “Sit,” He commanded.

I hesitated, knowing that sitting would only exacerbate the pain on my buttocks. But his stern look made me feel weak, and I reluctantly sat down.

The pain was excruciating, and I tried to shift my weight to alleviate it. But it was no use. I felt like I was sitting on a bed of nails.

He leaned forward to me, though he wasn’t looking at me in the eyes, “Do you know why you were summoned here?” He asked, darkly.

I swallowed hard, trying to find my voice, “Because... because I failed the introduction,” I stammered.

He wasn’t satisfied with the answer I gave, rather his eyes darkened, “No, it’s because you disobeyed me. You failed to follow my instructions, and that angers me,”

He leaned back in his chair, “And to see you crying just because of a little s******g, that’s not a punishment. That’s just a reminder that I control you,” He added, sending cold shivers inside of me.

My heart sank as he continued, “Next time, I’ll do something far worse than just s******g you. Something deadly,”

Fear gripped me, and I could feel my eyes widening in terror. How could he be so cruel?

He waved his hand dismissively, “You may leave my room. We’re done for now,”

I stood up almost, my legs shaking with fear, and I run away from him faster than I can ever imagined, despite being so weak.