{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.