Thread: Bad Kitty!

Lox sighed deeply as she shivered at the attention she was giving his body with the feather, and while he did squirm to confirm that he was quite ticklish he tensed every muscle in his body and kept himself from slashing his feet to shreds on the glass riddled floor underneath him. Strange kind of torment... but it wasn't something he couldn't handle even if the strain of tensing his entire body caused pure agony to shoot through him from yesterday's lashing. But after a while and more than a little sweat forming over his entire frame he became slightly delusional after holding himself up for so long. His instincts were hard wired to keep him from harming himself but he began mumbling and murmuring softly as various pain induced memories began surfacing. ...why are you doing this... I've already done so much today.... why can't you leave me alone Serena.... haven't I suffered enough... It seemed like he was actually begging someone to stop doing something terrible to him, but he wasn't talking to the woman still tormenting him he was responding as if on instinct to something terrible from his past. I'm already stronger than the others.... no one else lived in my whole group Serena.... aren't I worth something for living so long... When he did realize that he was murmuring he stood stock still for a moment and intentionally stood up onto the sharp glass with a grunt of pain. While he didn't move to further damage his feet the look of pure hatred he gave the woman was enough to confirm that the pain sharpened his mind to guard against saying anything further. It hurt like hell and looking down he could see blood slowly pooling around his feet but the feather she was trying to tickle him with no longer seemed to be doing anything to him. The pain provided by the glass was enough to completely ignore whatever she tried to do but with a grim determination he shifted his weight up and forced it down once more so the glass cut deeper into his feet. Dizziness soon set in and his legs buckled under his own weigh as the only thing holding him up right were the manacles she had secured to his wrists. He had cut him self deeply enough with the glass to severe something in important in his feet, and glancing down he found the pool of his own blood rapidly spreading as it got harder and harder to concentrate. The woman had thought she was only going to torment him but she gave him the opportunity to seriously injure himself, and now it looked like his miserable life was about to come to an unexpected end. It seemed like such a shame after finding a weakness with this new mistress, but there was no telling when he'd get the opportunity to overpower her and escape. If he did manage to somehow survive the self imposed injuries then maybe it would keep the twisted woman from attempting to make him do something self harming in the future... As his mind began hazing hover he smiled at the woman and murmured one last time. It's a shame... I didn't even know you name.... but I'm sure if I beat you to hell.... I can at least have something nice waiting for you.... maybe you can meet Serena there too... I'm sure you two twisted whores would get along... just fine... With that the world went dark and he simply dangled there, his breathing getting more and more labored as he continued to lose blood.