WARNING. ABUSE AND BLOOD AND BAD THINGS!!!!



Staring at the boy, I figured I would just handcuff his hands together just in front of him. Be a great way to drag him later. Quickly setting him up in the restraints, I backed up just a bit in order to swing my hand back and slap him as hard as possible.

“Fuck! What the- Alex?” Jack shot right up, reaching to touch his abuised cheek only to find both hands flying to his face and then his eyes landed on me. “What the hell is this?”
“This,” I said slowly. “Is what happens when idiots like you break rules.”
“So you handcuffed me, in the front, and that's it? Weak.” He snorted and I rolled my eyes.
“No, I just figured you'd wanna be awake for the more intense bit.” I smiled darkly. “But first, I want you to get off the couch, get on your knees and apologize.”
“Like hell,” He refused, staying put.
“Sure about that? If you listen, maybe I'll be less harsh.” I offered, and for a moment Jack seemed to be thinking about it. But then he frowned.
“Why did you even bring me back here, I thought you didn't care.”
“I don't.” I said. “But, I also happen to be selfish and don't like sharing. Rather you like it or not, you are mine. And I don't like throwing away unspoiled things.”
“I'm no-”

“Shut up.” I sighed, “This conversation is over. I want you to do what I asked, now, or else.”
“The fuck do I have to say sorry to you for?” Jack snorted.
“How about disobeying? Making me spend a shitload of money? Being a useless piece of shit?” I listed off.
“Like I was going to listen to an asshole like you, plus you chose to spend that money, I didn't 'make' you.” He argued.
“You have ten seconds to get the fuck on the ground and-”
“You have ten seconds to blah blah blah.” He mocked, and I swear I could feel a vein pop in my head. This kid is just so...

Deciding that clearly this was getting nowhere, swiped a hand forward quickly, catching the connecting chain between Jack's cuffs, yanking him forward. He did end up on his knees, surprisingly enough, but I still had hold of the chain. Stretching his torso and arms upwards at a bit of an awkward angle. He tried pulling back against me, making some kind of sounded of protest but I ignored it and began stomping across the room, dragging Jack with me.

Across the room, kinda near the front door there was a hook. They were placed in nearly every room in the house, courtesy of Pete, and right now I can see that yes, yes they will be very helpful. They were high up, a little more than usual since Jack was pretty tall for a human. I was a good head and maybe shoulders taller, but still. Though, they are a bit of an eyesore. Kinda big, just a small straight bit holding them out from the wall, and then hook itself kinda looks like an backwards 's' with a ridiculously large bottom curl and tiny small curl.

It took a bit of fighting, but I managed to lift Jack just slightly off the ground by the chain, get it over the tip of the hook and pretty much trap him there facing away from me. He was struggling still, somehow. The height of the hook made it so either he needed to stand on the very tips of his toes for some stability, or basically hang from his arms. I'm sure either option was little painful on his body.

“What the hell are you planning?” He sneered, finally standing (well kinda) still.

I didn't answer, no need to ruin the surprise, right? Instead I just walked back to where we started originally, grabbing my weapon of choice off the ground. I barely registered Jack saying something else as I looked at it, playing with the item a bit between my hands as I returned to my spot behind him, wondering if I should remove his shirt for this, before realizing it might come off anyway.

For what I held in my hands, was a whip.

Certainly not like a few that Pete had given me, that were just leather strings attacked to a handle really. No, this one had a wooden handle, sturdy and strong with multiple, thing leather throngs. Each had one or two metal beads towards the end of them, the very ends being somewhat like small metal hooks. Something that was sure to break skin eventually. Shirt or no shirt.

Drawing my hand back, I let my mind go somewhat blank. I didn't want to think about anything other than how angry I was. How Jack deserved this, how he deserved this. Without a moment of hesitation, I snapped my arm forward, flicking the wrist of the hand that held the whip at the right moment.

I was met with a loud, blood curdling scream. No swearing, no sass, just a brutal high pitched sound of pure agony.

And I loved it.

I repeated the action, over and over again, varying between just a fast, almost never ending pace and a few hesitated ones, just leaving a second for the pain to really settle in before lighting it all on fire once again.

I was seeing red, quite literally. There were tears in not only fabric, but skin. Red, ripped skin on a flailing body was all I really saw for who knows how long. The yells and howls flooded my ears, soon making them ring along to the tortured voice of the boy in front of me.

Eventually, my own arm started to ache, slowing down before I eventually stopped. It took a second for me to realize I was breathing heavily, all the anger and disgust of everything gone for the moment. In a weird way, I felt a bit more at ease than I have in months but I also felt some kind of residual guilt. Swallowing down that bitter feeling, I chose to instead simply drop my tool and fully look at the damaged I caused.

Jack was definitely just hanging by his arms at this point, I wasn't sure if he was conscious or not, the slow, shaky intake of breaths told me that he was awake and trying to overcome the pain. Small whimpers were soon to be heard as I watched him try to get back on his toes, clearly not wishing to move around more than necessary.

Smirking, an idea came to mind as I dug into my pocket for the key to his cuffs. Stepping closer, avoiding any splatters of blood on the floor around him, I reached upwards and unlocked one of the metal rings. Of he fell straight to the ground in a bloody heap, not even bothering to try getting up. Bending down next to him, I smiled once our eyes met, satisfied with my work.

“Disobedience means punishment.” I reminded him cooly, “Don't think it's over yet.”

Notes

Um....hi?

Sorry its been so long.