Chapter 7 - The Bet

• Warning: The next few chapters will contain torture scenes in detail, so if you have problems with needles, you'd better read carefully.
• The Thing POV
• After that my Master finished feeding and stood up, I follow up when he permitted me and went back a step behind him, I didn't dare to fix my dress, because nothing had been said to that effect, so as we walk part of my ass is exposed, but I keep my gaze on my Master's back.
• What I notice is that another man soon approaches him, standing next to him. He has spiky black hair, wears a black suit, his skin is darker and his aura is somewhat frightening, but it doesn't even come close to my Master's aura.
• The two of them walk in silence or talk via mental message, then we stop in front of a different room from my Master's, I see the man opening the door, my Master passes by and I follow him, the temperature is lower and I feel a cold shiver, moreover the hair on the back of my neck stands up, it's my instinct telling me that something is wrong, that I'm going to be punished... I don't like this feeling, because although I'm good at it, I know I can't dodge, so I lower my gaze, not paying attention to my surroundings.
• The door closes behind me, and I breathe through my nose to calm my heart. After all, as usual, I'm not going to beg to be spared... It's never worked before, it's not going to start now.
• "I've been told she's a tough cookie." I hear the other man's voice. It has a cold tone, but with a touch of sadism.
• "I guess that's true... After all, even though she's scared, she's not saying anything." My Master's voice echoed somewhat differently than before.
• "How could you have been put together with someone like that?" The other voice spoke, he must be Lord Hoff, to whom my Alpha sold me.
• "She has quite a body." My Master spoke and walked around me.
• Then I feel a harder, smaller touch, surely it's the tip of something, maybe a wooden stick, but it's on my back, so I can't see exactly what it is.
• "I bet she's tight." Lord Hoff said and then I felt a thin blow on my ass.
• The pain was local and quick, but I didn't let out a whimper. After all, it was nothing like the beatings I'd had before, but I knew he was just testing my endurance.
• "Can I get anything out of her?" Lord Hoff asked and then gave a low laugh.
• "As I understand it, she's well trained." My Master spoke and then I smelled his scent wafting past me and after a few steps the sound of him sitting down on the sofa. "Come here."
• I walk towards him, still keeping my face down. The floor is marble and there is no carpet. As soon as I see my Master's feet, I stop, I realize that he is on a black sofa and it looks very expensive.
• "I made a bet with Lord Hoff..." My Lord begins to speak. "And I don't like to lose... So I hope you'll be well... He thinks he'll be able to get a whimper or a word out of you."
• I shuddered, remembering Alpha Julian's words... Lord Hoff is an expert in torture.
• "If you hold out for half an hour, then you'll be well rewarded..."
• Half an hour... I thought this part of my life was over, that I wasn't going to suffer like this anymore... How can my Master be happy to know that I'm going to get hurt? Where is the one who said that yesterday I was only his?
• "Are you going to be a good girl?" my Master asked.
• I shook my head positively because I had no other option, I didn't even know what would happen if I said no... What kind of punishment does he have in mind? It seems that the Gods really hate me, but considering my situation, I'm still in the clear, because after all, Lord Hoff would own me anyway...
• So just half an hour of torture is better than a lifetime, at least for now, it will only be half an hour. I can hear the sound of Lord Hoff's footsteps moving away, and I stand still.
• "I watched some videos about you." Lord Hoff spoke, and I heard the sound of chains and metal. "The people here aren't very creative, it's obvious that after a while you'd get used to the lashes, even if they were silver with wolfsbane."
• My Master motions for me to move away, I think he doesn't want blood to fall on him, so I take a few steps back until I see the shadow of his hand telling me to stop.
• Then I hear the sound of wheels. Lord Hoff has probably already chosen what he's going to use on me.
• "I have an advantage over them..." Lord Hoff gives a low laugh and I hear a few different sounds, I can't identify what he's doing. "You're much more sensitive..."
• **************** From here the torture itself begins ***************************
• Then Lord Hoff comes up in front of me, pulling the trolley out and setting it aside, he takes my left hand.
• "Your skin is very soft, your touch is warm." He starts to caress my hand, and I almost pull my hand away. I don't want to be touched by anyone other than my Master. "Your nails are well done... They gave you a nice healing potion... Good, because I paid for it."
• I run my tongue around my lips feeling them become drier because I'm hating every second this man holds my hand. Then I see him open my fingers while his other hand picks up something from the trolley and I have to brace myself when I see that there's a needle, I know it's made of silver.
• The needle itself isn't very thick, and I see him take hold of my index finger the next moment I feel the tip penetrating under my nail, it's a strange sensation and the pain is quite different from any I've ever felt.
• I feel my heart beating, and it's as if it's in the tip of that finger. The needle goes in halfway and a drop of blood falls out, then Lord Hoff takes another needle and puts it to the side. The pain increases and my eyes go wide. I know he's doing this in front of me just to increase my desperation even more. After putting in the third needle, I can feel a few tears starting to form in my eyes. I take a deep breath, trying to ease the pain somehow.
• Lord Hoff then pulls the trolley forward so that I can see and there are several needles there, I can't even count, there are three jars there, each with needles of different sizes, one smaller, one medium and one with larger needles.
• This man takes the smaller needles and starts putting them in the other fingers, always making a point of touching the ones that were already in place, just to increase the agony even more.
• By the time he's finished with both hands, I can feel silent tears streaming down my face, but I haven't let out a single whimper, at most I'm taking more recurrent deep breaths. Each of my fingers has three of these needles, and I just want to rip them out, even though it's going to hurt even more, but this way it's worse because each end is throbbing. It's not just pain, it's also annoying.
• "I've already managed to get a few tears out of her." Lord Hoff said in a more animated tone.
• I can't see or feel what my Master is thinking or feeling about all this.
• "But we still have plenty of time, it's only been seven minutes." Lord Hoff lets go of my hands and places them next to my body, causing the blood to rush to those areas.
• I see him take a dagger from inside his suit, then he reaches up and starts tearing it, making the tip touch my skin and cut superficially, getting only a thin layer of blood out and it's like a paper cut, it stings a lot... This dagger has a different smell...
• As soon as he reaches the end, he runs the tip of the dagger over the top of my sex and makes a sound of disapproval.
• "I asked you to be like this, hairless... But it was a waste, after all, there are so many things I can do with this hair."
• I can see the cuts he makes, fluid, the tip of the dagger never fails to touch my skin as he makes a few turns. I swallow dryly, in silence... The sensation is as if the skin is burning, but without burning and it becomes extremely sensitive to any touch or movement.
• Then he goes back up with the tip until he reaches my left breast, circling the nipple and I have the impression that it's as if he thinks he's giving me a caress, as I felt these moments being done by my Master the night before... Only it wasn't that painful.
• Lord Hoff left the dagger on the trolley and picked up a medium-sized needle, then brought it close to my breast, with his other hand he held my breast and squeezed.
• "They're very soft and hard..."
• I felt a shiver run down my spine, wondering if that man was going to want to lick me, I don't think I could bear it, but he just put the tip of the needle over my nipple at a slight angle and pierced it, I can feel the needle going in and it's warm, unlike the smaller ones, here I can feel it even more... I don't know if it's because of the previous cut, or if it's something in the needle itself.