Thread: Love After a Time of Hate (Closed for Kiari03)

Paul struggled and screamed as the German Shepard named Max roughly dug his teeth into his unprotected arm and pulled. However, as suddenly as the dog's attack was brought on, the dog was pulled away by a single word. Looking up through his tears and fury, Paul saw the Commander in his full height and weight knock his baby sister's head into the ground, silencing her screams. The two sentences that Ester had screamed made him understand why she had allowed herself to be used this way and what form of control they had over her. Ester! Ester wake up! He called out, trying to squirm his way towards his sister. Before his outstretched fingers could reach her hand, he was stopped by the rough grips of soldiers, preparing to haul him away to the doctor for emergency treatment. Silently, he let them drag him away, staring at Ester with a pained expression until he could not see her anymore. With Klaus ever present, Paul was transported to a building on the opposite side of the slave camp that was usually used for experimentation. This is where the Dr. resided. A quick inspection of his arm revealed that the dog bite had actually torn a clean path for the bullet to fall out of, leaving nothing but the task of stitching his torn skin. It would scar, but his arm would still be usable, if not back to where it had been prior to the incident within the month. The Dr did his work in silence, making Paul nervous as guards stood at attention around the bed. The Dr finished his stitching with precision before waving him away in favor of another man to whom he was trying to attach a foreign leg to. Paul sat in the car in a daze. Surely now he would be dropped back off at the camp where he had been picked up, but no, he was being driven back to the Villa. His resistance as two of the soldiers dirtied their hands trying to pry him from the car landed a few more punches to the gut and face until he was willing to comply. Klaus had had enough of entertaining the Jew who he believed should be dead and so he whispered into Paul's ear as he led him down the halls towards the room that would best fit the Commander's needs. You listen to me you filth. I would kill you sooner than look at you, but you have a special interest to fullfill for your masters. Now... Swiftly Klaus kicked open the door where a simple metal chair waited in the middle of the room. Forcing Paul into the chair, the two soldiers preceded to wrap thick leather straps around his body, strapping his arms against the arm rests, his legs against the legs of the chair, and his chest and neck against the back of the chair. In one side of the room was a tube that transferred sound from one particular room in the house, to this room. Klaus recalled the Commander referring to it as his 'playroom'. Now, sit back and enjoy the show. He grinned as he left the two soldiers standing on either side of Paul. A horrifying scream filled the room a few moments later, a scream with which Paul was familiar. He immediately began to strain against his binds, but the electrodes that were sewn into the leather bindings responded to pressure, sending a painful, yet not lethal, amount of voltage through his body. Ester remembered the sight of her brother's blood, the dog, the Commander, and then nothing. Her body slowly relaxed, even as she was hoisted into an unnatural position against an uncomfortable bed. It was the shocking smell of salt and vinegar that jolted her back into the reality she had been trying to escape. Ester squinted her eyes as she tried to adjust to the painfully bright light. Pulling on both her arms and legs she found that she was completely trapped and unable to move. The thought panicked her as she felt the Commander's hand gently run down her spine to rest on her butt. Her heart raced as he spoke of her crimes, but a wave of relief crashed against her as she heard that her brother had not died yet. Ester let out a sob of gratitude for it was God that had saved him. The Commander's words of good news didn't come without a punishing finish however. The last phrase he had signaled to him was to tell their mama and papa that she was dead. Had she pushed him to it? Or had he planned to retaliate all along? These were things that she needed to know later, but for now the shadows in this room, the promise of punishment, and the spot light focusing squarely on her small body made her quiver in fear. Then, as if to justify her fear, the first lash of the whip came across her back, forcing a scream of surprise and pain to erupt from her lungs. She immediately began to resist her chains, creating loud crackling sounds as she desperately thrashed her body in an attempt to escape from the pain. The second came as swiftly and unexpectedly as the first, forcing tears to fall from her face and collect on the plastic wrap along with her blood. Ester was sobbing by the third stroke, begging against her gag for him to stop. Esters legs began to shake violently as she felt his touch and saw the razor sharp knife come into her view. To her temporary relief, he was merely removing her panties from her person. Ester prepared herself for what she thought would come next, another beating against her still sore butt cheeks. However, as hot wax rained down and solidified against her tender skin, Ester began to lose her mind in the pain. Ester screeched and thrashed as the punishing liquid traveled in between her legs, scorching her in the most tenderous of places. The cuts, which by now were streaming blood down her back and onto the plastic, were the next victims of the hot wax. The pain was so great for Ester that as she tried to escape from the pain, she accidentally pulled her left arm out of it's socket, only adding to her suffering. Ester hiccuped and sobbed as the wax dried across her back, in between her legs, butt, and thighs. The worst feeling Ester had at this moment was, was that the Commander wasn't finished yet. Ester begged and pleaded against her gag, but it was barely audible between her sobs and the gag combined. For an instant, Ester's wide, fearful eyes were able to catch the eyes of the Commander's as he prepared his next move.