ANGUISH

Pain...

Hunger...

That's all Lexie felt.

Her back, her legs, her arms, her neck, everywhere ached with a mind numbing pain. As her fiancé ordered, she received ten lashes and right after she claimed them like a token, she fell into a deep sleep of unconsciousness.

She thought she'd die when the first hit had punctured her skin and she saw hell and heaven when she got the last one.

Every moment of that punishment was like living in relentless anguish, but despite the harshness of it, the hunger she felt was worst.

It felt like a dagger was stuck in her stomach or probably parasites eating away flesh would more or likely define it.

Its been a day and a half (if she calculated it correctly.) since water or food had touched her lips and she was dying, slowly atrophying. If she could reach the dust that tainted the dungeon floors, then she'd surely swipe it across her tongue, just to be able to taste something.

Ahhh, she was miserable but on the other hand, Zheme was livid.

He had just left the hospital after his shoulder was wrapped securely and as the doctor recommended, a good rest. The cut wasn't that deep but due to blood loss, he had lost consciousness.

And who's fault could that be?

Oh right... His f*cking fiancé.

As he had already established, he'd teach her a lifelong lesson and his class had already started.

Subject?

TORTURE.

He had already been notified of the starvation she was going through and the wails that now decorated her back. But that wasn't enough, he was going to bestow upon her a whole of ten additional lashes and with consent or not he'll show to her who's the man.

With such horrid thoughts running through his head, he stepped out of the sleek, black car he was previously in and onto the lawn of his mansion.

He'll show Lexie exactly what happens to disobedient girls.

Said Lexie's head was hung as low as her shoulder blades, for the first time since morning, the silence she abided in was disturbed. She had heard the screeching of tires on the outside and only a moment later, she could hear hasted steps approaching the room in which she resided in.

Lexie's head perked up, her heart beat accelerating with great speed.

Who was it?

The old man who had mercilessly whipped her?

Or her captor who had ordered it?

It didn't matter which of the two it was, fear ran through her veins at the thought of them both.

Like the last time, the knob twisted and the ugly door was pushed open. In anticipation and curiosity, Lexie's eyes zoomed in on the now open space until a body in the form of a man occupied it.

A dark blue suit, white under shirt, black shoes.

A devilish smile on the lips, wrinkles around the mouth and a dark look in the eyes.

It wasn't that damn old man, it was her captor and more fear rested over Lexie's heart at that realization.

AN/|\ Oh my gosh, Zheme's back and disobedient girls will be punished. What do you think he should do? Take it easy or go hard?

Do tell me in a comment my wicked ones ?????