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Surrender: Day 3

Indignation flares up as she remembers what He told her on His last visit. Stripping her of everything familiar, even her name! Does that mean He has done this six times before with different women? Bile rises up into her throat at the sickening idea. All the evidence pointing in one direction, now that her eyes have been opened…

He wants her for a sex slave!

What was she dragged into? Who could condone such a thing? Shock clouds her mind at what she did the other night and the implications of her actions. Did she actually… submit to His demand?! What was she thinking? Her independence and rebelliousness nature boil over as all this becomes clear. “Well, I wont let that ever happen again!” she vowed to herself out loud.

No sooner than those venomous words left her lips the locks to her door started to click open. The deranged Man of her thoughts walks into the room with only a large bag of toys. Closing the door with a loud thud he turns to her. He notices the change in her instantly. Leaning on the door he waits for the questions to come, without much patience he prompts her, “Well get the questions out of your system!”

Her eyes lift to His impatient face. Her glare would have froze a lesser man, but it did nothing to Him. “I know what you want and you’ll never get it from me! I refuse to be a sick sick mans sex slave!!” her voice rose to a shriek by the end of her statement. He never budged from His spot.

“Aren’t you just a clever little morsel. But I have to disagree with that. You will learn to do exactly as your told when your told just like everyone else around here. You have no choice. Don’t test me, girl, you won’t like what you find.” his voice never wavered. His features exuding an unearthly calm and absolute control of his emotions.

Her reply startled Him out of His calm for a flicker of a second. “Fuck you!” her satisfaction at seeing Him rattled evaporated as He crossed to her so quickly it was too late to flee.

His hand tangles into her hair yanking her head back. Mere inches from her face he snarls, “Watch it girl! You have no idea what you’re doing.” She hisses in a breath through clenched teeth, then lets loose a snarl of her own and spits in his face. A howl of rage erupts from the pits of his soul. He let’s go of her and storms out of the room.

A smug smile of victory spreads over her lips at His retreat. Steadying herself she stands up and goes to sit on the bed. Her satisfaction is shortly lived as He rushes into the room and at her. He pushes her to the concrete wall with so much force the breath is knocked out of her in a whoosh! His once pleasant eyes contorted with pure rage.. Her heart races in true fear of Him. Her limbs are tied to hooks in the wall and floor by rough itchy rope. His roughness causes her to tremble in regret for angering Him. She ventures to say, “I’m… sorry…”

He grabs her chin hard exposing her slender neck. His teeth sink into the joint of her shoulder and neck with vicious power to draw small beads of blood successfully marking her. He steps back as the copper metallic taste of her blood touches his tongue. “Not yet, you’re not. See I know what gets you to repent quicker than anything…” he says this as he leaves once more and swiftly returns with the bound beauty from the other day. Her nude figure perfection except for a brand on her right hip. The girl’s eyes were wide as he secures her hands suspended above her, across the room from seven. “… And that is the suffering of another human being. You have condemned Tanya to your punishment!”

Sevens eyes go huge at the idea of what she’s done. She strains on her bonds, the sting of rope biting into her flesh welcomed as much as ignored. Unnoticed before she sees Him unfurl a bull whip, positioning Himself off to the side so seven could see the pain and suffering she caused. A loud crack radiates around the room as the first strikes digs into the woman’s flesh. Her piercing scream follows. The flesh where He aimed is laid open and a drop of blood trickles down. Crack! Another blow, another scream and another ugly gash marking the flawless beauty. Sevens cries mingle with Tanya’s as tears blur her vision. Crack! The unrelenting tempo of the whip increases. Crack! Tanya’s pleas jumble into an incoherent mess at the pain and endorphins flooding her system. Crack! Seven screams at Him, “Stop! Please, I’m begging You! No more, I’m sorry…”

He arches his brow and looks over to her. Tears stain her cheeks as fresh torrents of tears flow from her red eyes. The ropes have left red furrows where they dug into her wrists as she struggled in vain. Crack! “I’m sorry… What!?” his voice was full of implications and threat.

Her body sags as she understands. In order to stop this she must give over herself to Him… Crack! “I’m sorry SIR! For my wrong doing.” her voice breaks at this last bit. “No more, please, I promise to be good!”

He coils the whip back onto his belt and walks to her. She lowers her eyes unable to look into the eyes of this man. Inspecting her he says, “Now you understand. You are no longer free to do what ever you wish. You will follow the rules or this is your punishment. You forced me to do something I dislike, but it was needed to teach you your place.”

He reaches into his pocket for the remote and pushes the button. Two women walk in and view the scene, eyes wide as the spot Tanya’s back. “Take her to Mitchell. He knows what to do.” They bow in unison, retrieve Tanya and depart.

Releasing seven he commands, “Kneel before me, legs spread.” She dropped to the floor and does as told. Her actions showing utter defeat. “Who are you?” he asks.

With a hitch in her voice she struggles to respond, “Seven, Sir!”

“Who am I to you? Be careful how you reply…” his tone firm and full of heated promises of punishment if she should fail.

“You are… my owner and Sir.” A single tear falls to the floor at her words.

“Put your hands behind your back and lower your forehead to my boot.” His eyes rake over her body in her rightful place. Her compliance was instant. He crouches down, placing his hand on her back somewhat tenderly. “You are forgiven my girl. Don’t make the same mistake twice.”

She breaks out in sobs at the knowledge of what’s happened. She is His now. Her choices have been removed and limited to fit the will of…

… Her Sir!

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