"AHHHHHH!!!"

I screamed out in agony as intense pain shot through me as he sank the knife into my thigh, warm blood slowly starting to seep out and trickle down onto the bed.

"Don't worry, I'll spare your pretty face. For now."

Tears flowed freely from my eyes as I moved my arms up in a pitiful attempt to shield myself from any more attacks, "I-I don't know... I don't... I d-don't..." My words slurred and faltered as I tried to reason with him.

"I'll entertain you until you figure it out then," His voice was unforgiving and cold. He ripped the knife out of my leg and I let out another ear piercing scream, covering my face with my hands as I cried uncontrollably.

"P-please..." I sputtered and in response I was punched in the gut, making me gasp for air.

"Get up," Daiki grumbled as he yanked on my arm violently, causing me to tumble to the ground with a thud, my leg still chained to the bedpost. He unchained the shackle from the bedpost and pulled me roughly across the floor to a chair. He set me in the older wooden chair and took large zip ties and secured my wrists tightly on either side. The ties cut into my skin as he walked back to the bed where he had left the knife.

"What's it gonna take to get something out of you?"

My vision was blurry as I saw him approach me and I started to shake, "W-wait... I..."

He punched the wound on my thigh and I cried out. My initial reaction was to use my free leg to kick out to defend myself and I was able to make contact and push Daiki slightly back. His eye widened with excitement and his face broke into a vicious smile.

"Try that again, I dare you."

He slammed the knife into my other leg and I let out another blood curdling scream, pulling against my restraints, the pain of the ties cutting into my skin dulled by the pulsing pain from my thighs. My vision began to go black at the edges as I fought to stay conscious.

I couldn't tell if I was forming coherent words at this point as I begged him to stop.

"PLEA-SE!!" I cried out as he punched my wounds again, "I-I... talk... ple-."

He put the tip of the blade under my chin and lifted my face to meet his gaze. Tears rolled down my cheeks as he looked at me with stone cold eyes.

"I don't think you've learned your lesson. When Lord Tatsyua asks, you don't deny his desire."

He withdrew the knife and landed a couple devastating punches to my stomach, causing me to cough up blood. My head fell back as I sobbed uncontrollably, no longer able to control my agony.

"Help me..." I whispered as I cried, feeling absolutely helpless and defeated.

A sudden pounding sensation pulsed from the back of my neck and down my spine, and my eyes widened in fear. My skin burned and I started to tremble as I looked in panic at Daiki, who had backed up a step, his features overcome with uneasiness. He quickly collected himself and laid a heavy blow against the side of my face.

"What the hell was that." He sputtered as his punches landed.

I heard the door open behind me and a loud voice stopped Daiki in his tracks, "ENOUGH."

Daiki withdrew and lowered himself to his knees without a sound.

I felt a thick presence behind me and a cool breath fell on my neck, "What happened, Daiki?"

"He emitted an energy, sir. I am not sure..." His voice trailed off as Tatsuya waved his hand.

"Leave," he dismissed him softly. Daiki made his way out the door within seconds, securing it shut behind him.

Cool fingertips traced along the side of my neck as Tatsuya's frigid breath brushed my skin. I whimpered softly as his tongue flicked out and touched me.

"What did you just do," his voice was soft, but his tone very intimidating. "Would you like to talk now?"

I prayed he could see my head nod, my voice caught in my throat as I bit my lip, fighting back the pain. His fingers traced lightly along the carving in my back for a few moments as I squeezed my eyes closed, tears snaking their way down and dripping off my face. I felt his cold touch at my wrist and heard the snap of the tie as it was cut, then he moved to the other wrist and cut it as well, the pressure lifting from my broken, bleeding skin. He bent down and unlocked the chain on my ankle, then looked up at my face, my head hung in defeat.

He brushed my hair to the side off of my sweaty forehead and looked into my eyes, "Did you call for someone? Your master?"

"I-I swear ... I don't know..." I whimpered quietly in response, a look of pleading in my eyes and despair written across my face.

Don't hurt me...