The straps hold me down. I struggle against them, ripping at my flesh, The crimsom from my rist. Growling as I know the punishment that is to come. The CRACK of the whip slays the skin, stinging more then nervs can ever scream. Laughter fills the room from the shadows behind me. CRACK, the whip rips so deep my soul crys out for mercy. The beast in the darkenss links his yellow eyes into mine. CRACK!! The whip forces my eyes well up unable to stop the onslught of the pleasur that the shadow so enjoys. I try to turn my head to look into the shadows, but the beast claws at my face. Hot bleeding marks are left on my cheeks. I ask why, "why do you do this, I have done nothing". The beast only snarles and whispers. "Because we deem it to be so, it is what we want, and it will aways be as we wish. You are our demon, and our demon we must slay from out flesh". I cry as I know they are right, I am the demon of the flesh. My own lust leaks its potent liquid to the floor, as I feel The last CRACK of the whip. "Thank you, for the punishment of my ways and the ways of my past, My I have another"
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