Post by Ember Madison on Jan 2, 2012 19:13:51 GMT -6
Chains rattled.
Ember breathed deeply.
The scratching noise of the metal sliding across the concrete floor sent chills down her spinal cord.
Then, all was silent.
The only thing she could hear was her heart, violently beating in her ears.
Was she ready for this?
. . .
No.
Ember inhaled deeply, and the air was thick with moisture.
She was leaning over a post, with her hands chained to it.
She rested on her knees and repeatedly told herself.
'Breathe in...
Breathe out...
Breathe in...
Breath out...
Brea-'
Her thoughts were cut off by an excruciating pain in the flesh of her back.
She screamed for dear life and felt the whips peel the skin right off her naked body; blood running down her spine.
The ends of the whips were embedded with shards of glass and rusted nails.
She collapsed on the post and began to cry in misery.
Ember had many more lashes to come.
The doctors, "punishers" was more like it, pulled the whips back.
They dragged across the floor with that same scratching noise as before.
She allowed the pain settle, and waited until she felt numb.
The pain was too much for her, Ember's stomach twisted in knots and she nearly wretched.
The only thing she could feel was throbbing pains in her backside.
The drip-drip-dripping of the blood counted her seconds as she struggled to breathe.
She spotted the pool of blood trailing beside her leg and her dark eyes followed the crimson liquid to the nearby drain.
Biting her lower lip, she tried not to let them hear her crying.
Then another lash across her back sliced the wounds deeper.
She arched and screeched in pain.
This process was to continue until she learned her lesson. Lashes, one after the other, until she couldn't move, or even breathe.
Another lash, and another, repeatedly.
The wounds in her back, wedging deeper and deeper, until they covered her entire backside.
Ember cried out in a miserable demand,
"I. Will. Not. Break!"
