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After dinner the prince and the man known as Nikon leave, master Legas and lady Cecilia follows.
Lady Dalia stays with us and orders the lovers to check in on the masters because it's lady Cecilia's turn to sleep with the master. She orders the rest of us around and when everything is finally done we line up again.
'Everyone return to your beds, tomorrow we will serve the prince and his men breakfast. Go now, but not you 5.' The other girls bow their heads and walk by, Sara gives me a sad look. We both know what awaits me. I've never asked for this nightmare yet I'm living it. I'm so ready to dream again.
'You know where to go 5. Get yourself ready in the red room and wait for me.' A dark smile appears on her face while she talks.
I walk down the hall and as I pass the guest room I smell something delicious followed by a soft moan. I bet the prince is enjoying himself. How could he not, I would also like to taste a piece of him if I had the chance. Shaking off the thought I continue walking and I go down the stairs to the basement where the red room is. It is a small room with no windows and covered in sand and dust. Here and there the sand is dark coloured but they like to let us clean our own blood and dirt. In the center of the room is a chair turned with the backrest against a thick, long wooden beam. In the middle of that beam hangs a ring with a thick chain that we then have to attach to our handcuffs.
At the entrance there is a bench with a few hooks above with different whips hanging on them. I take off my top and skirt, fold them and put them neatly on the bench so they don't get smeared. After that I take off my hood and place it on top of the rest. Standing in nothing but my panties I feel ashamed, exposed and scared of what will come. I always try to be brave, like a warrior, like my parents but sometimes it's hard to hold on. I take a seat on the chair and now my back is facing the entrance, my chest presses against the backrest. I attach the chain to my bracelets. Over the years I have learned that I can tolerate the blows a little better if I can hold on to something so I can focus on the material and not feel the pain of the flesh tearing open. So I've made it a habit of taking the chains in my hands and pull on them with everything I've got when the whip cracks. At least the pain will be more bearable at the moment.
I'm getting cold and I feel the healing scars on my back burn. A shiver runs down my spine when I hear footsteps and hear the door open.
'So 5, here we are again. You know why you're here and you know I don't tolerate disrespect in my house.'
'Yes master Dalia.'
'You're a disgusting slave, not even a lover and yet you dared to touch an honoured guest with your filthy hands. You're not that pretty and yet you seem to have the prince's interest. I've already heard rumours and the idea has been on my mind for a while. Not only do you look like a witch but after tonight I'm sure you ARE one too. Why else would the prince only have eyes for you while I was sitting next to him? You should be burned but I paid 50 gold pieces for you and I don't like losing money.'
I hear her walking up to me and she places her flat hands on my back. 'I see the marks from our last little session are healing well. I wonder if I can rip them open by stretching the skin.'
My eyes open wide, she wouldn't... AAAAAH! How can someone be so sadistic, she moves her hands and she opens the skin again. MMMMPH! I yell but keep my mouth shut. I don't want to risk more pain by being too loud. I swear I heard a loud roar outside when she ripped my back open again. It's not unusual for this time of year to storm at night. During the day it is nice and warm and when the moon appears the rain and thunder comes. This weather always seems to calm me down. But tonight I can't stare at the thunder or smell the rain.
She takes the whip 'Don't worry, I have somewhere else to go tonight so I will go easy on you. Consider it a gift for me being in a good mood. Maybe after tonight, I can finally leave this ***hole and begin a life worth living. 15 whips for touching the guest and 15 for bewitching prince Tristan. But don't worry, after my visit in his chambers he won't give you another thought.'
I hear the whip crack and feel the burn on my back. It hurts! It hurts! Think Rana, clear your mind, you've done it before!
6! Still 24 to go.
12, MMMMMPH! Counting down with every s***h I feel my consciousness floating further and further away. The sound of the whip and her yelling fades and i look up to see a bright light. I hear my parents voices and see their silhouettes. They appear to be preparing a ship and as they turn around I see my mother reaching out her hand to me.
I can't see their faces but I can hear their voices clearly.
I'm coming mom. Dad take me with you. I'm ready to set sail and explore the infinite waters with you.
I'm ready to feel... peace. My eyes close.
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