Chapter 32: Truth and Punishment

Evelyn is now used to the twisting landscapes their small room can do. The bed goes away as two manacles dangle from the ceiling. A table appears with an assortment of whips, crops, paddles and canes on it. She shivers for a moment wondering if the collar will transfer to her but at this point it was impossible to guess. She wants answers from Asher now. Strutting over to the table she picks up the crop. 

Turning to face Asher she grins seeing her prompt, "Take off your top Asher and stand over there." She uses the crop to point at the restraints dangling in the air. 

Blushing, Asher quickly realizes the position he's in. Without protest he removes his jacket and shirt. He's not looking forward to feeling her anger quite literally but it's better than delivering the blows himself. He knows he can take her hardest swing. Walking to the manacles he raises his arms as the restraints clasp around his wrists and pull him up to his tip toes. "I owe you an explanation Evi." 

"Don't you dare call me Evi!" She hisses at him not concerned about their task. "You tricked me! Tricked us! What could possibly justify that?!"

He feels a shock through his collar as he realizes she hasn't read the note on the table, "My sister's death." He says through groans, "We still have to finish this task Evelyn and I'll explain everything. Read the note!" He looks over at the table.

That answer was not what she expected. It shook her out of anger for a moment before she stomped over to the table and picked up the note. She had choices, harsher tools with fewer swings or lighter ones with more swings. Also areas of impact meant less strikes.

Asher sees her hand go towards the single tail whip as his eyes get wide, "That can cause serious injury…" He shivers remembering pretending to be Indiana Jones as a kid and giving himself a scar with his bullwhip. 

"What if that's what I want?" She bites back at him but hears herself realizing she's angry with Asher but doesn't want to scar him. Settling on an eight tailed whip. "Fine. Keep count."

She goes for her first swing barely hitting him as he calls it out. Soon she gets her rhythm getting quite the stripes across his back. When he cried out at fifteen she paused. Coming around she looks at him and sees the face of a man in torment and it wasn't from her swings. She can feel the emotions pouring from him. Fear, guilt, betrayal and confusion flow to her. The screens let them know they get a breather. Surprised she looks at Asher, "Y-Your sister?"

"Yes…" the manacles loosen letting him crumple to the floor for a moment's breath. "Jade. She was like me, a Dynamist. I didn't know what they-we were. She was captured in a similar game but that one was less porno more horror." He pales thinking back on it. "She lived through it but they gave her something. Activated what she was, what my family is. I remember her dying in the hospital. No one could explain what happened. Jade seemed delusional saying she needed her Vampire that there was too much energy. I dug her up and autopsied her myself down to a genetic level. She died because energy, too much built up inside of her. With nowhere to go it burned her alive. They activated dormant genes in our family blood."

Evelyn couldn't believe what she was hearing. Vampires? That explained the teeth but why her wings. Why did he bring her here? Let her and the others come here?

"I tried to hunt down the organization and what my family, my sister became. Along the way I saw a picture of you...A part of me like a compass could sense where you were. I followed it and became a TA alongside you. I hoped that being next to each other something would spark but you didn't notice me." A light blush comes to his face as he says quietly, "I didn't know they tracked me. Finding you probably started all of this. You are an Energy Vampire, but I don't know why you have those wings."

She scoffs but her fangs and sensing the confessional energy pouring from him prove otherwise. A timer goes up informing them this break was close to done. "What is a Dynamist?"

"We are an endless battery for our Vampires so they don't have to feed on humans. If we don't find our mate we burn up like my sister. In the scattered lore I found a pair mates for life. The male always find their mate."

She doesn't know what to think as she feels his devotion pour to her. She wanted to turn off these new senses. The timer goes off as the manacles release from Asher and find her wrists dragging her to the ground. "Aah!"

Asher helps her fall to the ground before they both look at the wall before them. Evelyn reads aloud, "Cane my bare ass...heal me with your energy after ten strikes?!" She looks over at him wondering if that were possible.

He cringes at the welts forming on his back as he caresses her cheek, "I can do this. Just close your eyes Evelyn and count."

She feels him pull down her panties and stockings as he bunches up her skirt to reveal her bare ass already tense. Her wings reflexively cover her exposure. 

He went to grab the gentlest crop giving it a few test twacks in his hand. Coming back he sees her wings saying, "Spread your wings please? I can't imagine the pain those delicate features would feel if they get hit." He sees her confusion before her wings comply stretching out to the sides touching both walls as she shivers. 

Unlike Kisho and Tamaya, Asher was allowed to keep a steady rhythm. Tears come to his eyes with each strike as she cries out. No marks overlapped but he had to leave big enough marks that they'll see if he can or can't heal them. "I'm sorry! W-We're done." He throws the cane to the side as he lets his hand hover over her ass trying to send energy to her, but it wasn't working. 

"It still hurts…" she weeps as she can feel him placing a hand on her ass getting a solid thwap from her wings. "Ash!" She can feel his distraught energy.

He comes over to her face and lays down beside her whispering, "Bite me Evi."

She wants to spit in his face but she can feel that trail of energy tickling her fangs coming from him. He tilts his head to the side as she sinks her teeth in. Part of her worries about drinking his blood but it was different this time. She felt his raw energy coarse into her as it spread throughout her body. Distantly she can hear Asher moaning out in pleasure, her name on his lips pleading for her to drink more. Her own body heats up. As the manacles release she leaps atop him straddling him as her nails dig into his shoulders. Their bodies grind against each other desperately before she manages to pull away catching her breath.

He felt the marks on his back rub against the floor but didn't care. Her bite was ecstacy! Ever since he drank her blood he felt his body's energy going haywire wanting her teeth sunk into his neck. Letting out a long sigh wanting more but also relaxing he feels his hands on her bare now unmarked ass. "Task accomplished." He risks giving her ass a gentle squeeze.

"H-How are you alive?!" 

"I was made for you."

She sees the grin on his face as her body finally relaxes, "I still don't trust you."

"Yes, but your body seems to be relaxing." He gestures behind her, "Your wings are gone for now."

"Wh-what?" confused, she tries to glance behind her but doesn't see them anymore.

"Also our fangs." he gives her a big toothy smile that didn't fit his personality. "Apparently you just needed a solid meal." 

She gets off of him helping him stand as she sees him cringe. Looking at his back she frowns, "Shouldn't you have healed too?"

"They only asked me to heal you."

She remembers back to the lick every time she pulls away from a bite. Her nose scrunches as she stands behind him and sees the damage she did. "Sorry…" there was anger and inexperience in those strikes. Gently she licks one of the wounds and finds it gone away. "Lay down and let me lick you back to heath Asher. I shouldn't have been so harsh. I know you have your reasons and once we're out these fuckers are going to pay for all they've done."