Master

Chapter Four: Baekhyun

I stormed out of the castle gripping Inell's wrist. She just thinks she can do anything, doesn't she? I hadn't disciplined her enough. That was the only explanation.

All throughout the ride home, I could hear her silently crying to herself, and it annoyed me beyond all belief. Do humans think that crying will just get them out of whatever situation they're in? Slaves are so naive. They beg and plea for mercy, but that only makes me want to beat them more.

After awhile, we finally got back to my house. Inell's eyes were red and puffy from crying, but she had no idea what was in store for her once we were actually inside.

As soon as she closed the door, I had here pinned against the wall using my telekinesis. I could see the horror in her eyes as she was helpless to save herself.

"You little slut," I spat at her. "Do you just give yourself away to anyone you run into?" She didn't respond, instead she just looked at me with tears in her eyes.

I slapped her across her face. "Answer me when I ask you a question."

"No, I don't!" she cried, her voice cracking.

"Then why did I catch you in the library with someone you knew for a grand total of fifteen minutes?" I asked her.

She had no response.

I walked over to her, looking down into her hazel eyes. "Remember where I said bad girls went?"

Her eyes widened at the realization of what I was talking about. She slowly nodded her head.

"Inell," I whispered menacingly. "You've been a bad girl."

I grabbed a chunk of her curly hair and began dragging her towards the basement, all the while she stumbled behind me. Once we were in the basement, I threw her on the table and secured her there with iron shackles. I had been waiting to do this since the day I bought her.

The basement had no sources of light. Humans were unable to see anything in there, but vampires could see just fine thanks to our powerful night vision. The basement had three places for torture: the table, the chair, and some shackles on the wall for whenever I needed to whip my slaves.

I began unbuttoning Inell's dress. I could feel her tense up. Once I was done unbuttoning the dress, I began gliding my fingers over the bare skin of her stomach.

"Inell," I began. "Are you afraid of the dark?"

"N-No," she answered.

Liar.

"Really?" I asked with a smirk on my face, not that she could see it in the pitch black dark.

I suddenly dug my fingernails into her stomach and slowly dragged them along, making five fine lines across her. Her whimpers filled the basement. But whimpers weren't enough for me.

I wanted to make her scream.

I walked over to the table in the back of the room that held all of my torture devices. I began deciding which one to use on her.

Fire? No. I'm not ready to scar her that badly quite yet.

Electricity? No. Too much of a hassle to set up on a whim.

Whip? No. That's reserved for the back.

Eventually, I settled on barb wire. It's sharp and hurts like hell. Just what I was looking for.

"Inell," I said as I approached her. "I found just the thing for you."

I pried open her clenched fist and ran the spike along her palm. She gasped in terror, while I just chuckled to myself.

I walked around to the side of the table and, without warning, whipped her stomach with the line of barb wire. Blood began running off her stomach when I pulled the barbs out, only to whip her over and over again, leaving her stomach a bloody cut up mess. She groaned in pain and began hyperventilating. Once, the barb got stuck in her skin. When I ripped it out, a chunk of her skin came out with it.

That made her scream.

I ran my thumb along her stomach and licked it, the taste of her blood filling my mouth. Her blood was nothing special, but it was blood none the less.

"A-Are you done?" Inell asked through her sobs.

I sadistically laughed. "Baby," I said. "We're just getting started."

I placed the now bloodied barb wire back on the table and began looking for something new. I decided to try out water.

I got a rag, placed it over her face, and began slowly pouring a jug of water on the rag. I heard her begin gasping for air. The method tricked her body into believing it was drowning. It may not be my favorite method, but it caused pain, and that's all that mattered.

Once the jug was empty, I removed the rag from her face. She was wide-eyed and her breathing was irregular as if she actually was drowning.

For the next thing, I stuck with the theme of water. I heated up water- not enough to burn skin, but just enough to leave red marks- and slowly poured it over both of her arms. She screamed. Boy, did she scream. I could tell that she certainly didn't like burning sensations, which gave me an idea.

If vampire blood got into a human's blood, it changed them into a vampire, but if it just touched their skin, it was immensely painful for them. My other slaves compared it to being burned with acid.

I rolled up my sleeve, took a dagger, and cut my wrist. The thick black liquid dripped from my arm onto her's. At first, her eyes just widened at the sudden shock of pain, but then she started screaming and thrashing around. I rubbed the blood into her skin, maximizing the areas effected.

After a few minutes of her screaming until her voice gave out, I had had my fun. I took the rag and wiped my blood off of her arm, alleviating most of the pain.

I undid her shackles and carried her upstairs to her room, blood dripping on the floor the whole way there. If I was hungry, I would've gone mad, but luckily I was well fed beforehand, so it wasn't even tempting.

I set her down on her bed. Strangely enough, she fell asleep in my arms on the way up there. I guess getting punished wares humans out.

Luckily for her, I was done with her.

For the moment, at least.