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Act 10.

{Shaine}

Kitty won't talk to me now.

"Kitty, you still mad?" I ask.

"Mad? Why would I be mad?" He asks.

"Because I made you give me a blow jib in front of your Master."

He looks back me from the corner of his eye.

"He's not my Master."

I give him a look.

"What do you mean by that?" I ask.

"It doesn't matter." He says stubbornly.

We stop in front of the office.

"Ryder, it's time." I say.

He looks over at me.

"So Salem really went through with it?"

"Yea. He's never been the type to give up."

"I'll be there in a minute. Just get him ready." He says.

I leave and take him to the room.

This is a room that we had specially made for him.

The Council planned on him being sent here.

So they requested we built a room specially designed for him.

I rip off his vest and shirt.

Then I blind fold him.

Ryder comes shortly after.

In his hand, the Suit Case.

Which is a suit case filled with torture equipment custom made for him.

They say it'll break any barrier he puts up.

Which means, it'll hurt like hell.

He sets it down on a metal table close to the door.

"I want the whip." I say.

He takes it out and throws it to me.

"You go first, my toy's gonna take some time to get ready."

I tightly grip the handle.

"Let's have some fun, Kitty."

I bring the whip across his bare back.

He screams in pain.

I watch as the cut my whip made, slowly heals.

So I strike harder.

But before it can heal, I hit him again.

And again. And again. And again.

And again. And again. And again.

Until his back is covered in bloody gashes.