---- There was nothing She was a changed person or rather a tool now.

Now coming to the questions.

Placing his hands on her shoulders, he pressed down, forcing her feet to touch the ground and her arms to stretch.

Her entire body stretches, aching and he only Jeans closer to her ear to whisper.

Tell me...Do you remember the name Damien? Neo Her reply was instant, and Gerald wondered if the truth serum he made her drink was working.

Tugging at the pieces of her lost memory.

Impressive.

He pulls the drawers behind and next she knows he pulls out a mirror and shoved it in front of her face.

Look at yourself.

Her red eyes clash with her reflection.

---- Who are you? Say it? Her knees buckle, tired with keeping up, making her feet touch the floor and the whip lashed out, slicing across her back with a sharp crack.

Zariyan clenched her teeth, her cry swallowed into the cavernous room.

Agehgh Speak! Who are you! Ilis voice roars and her body trembles to speak.

J...

am loyal to my master.

Gerald smirks with satisfaction.

His fingers trace the welt mark on her back which has started to bleed now She coils at the contact, flinching Beautiful.

You are a masterpiece.

Do you remember what you used to be before you came here? N-o Sir.

Iler knees were weak.

They couldn't hold her weight.

---- Another strike followed, and another, each one a cruel punctuation to the same spot.noveldrama

A slut.

That s what you were.

He lies, tugging up her chin to make those crimson eyes look at him.

Do you know who that is? She shakes her head in a no, clueless and Geraod chuckles.

You sold your body to men.

You were a fucking prostitute.

That's how you earned your living.

Her crimson eyes flickered with something like despise, but then they were gone Gerald smirks, he loved it.

Loved manipulating and toying with a weak clueless mind You loved what I am doing to you right now.

You welcomed the pain.

You thanked your master with every bit.

Come on, thank me now.

Show your fucking gratitude.

---- He continues to whip her back mercilessly and her pale lips open to thank him everytime.

Th-ank you, Sir.

Whip Thank you- Whip Her back bore a tapestry of fresh welts, blood seeping into her torn garments.

And Gerald enjoyed the masterpiece that he had created on her back.

ler obedience seemed to stoke his inflated ego.

Soon her voice turned louder, a painful scream.

Sir please it hurts..

Before she could even plead he stuffed a rough cloth into her mouth,gagged her, muffling her voice.

Leaning close, his voice dripped with venom.

"Remember, you only speak when you have something I want to hear.

Otherwise, not a sound.

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