"It needs your pain, Aimee', but eventually even that won't do."It needs your pain, Aimee', but eventually even that won't do. Then, it wants your life. But it doesn't know how to find it." He looked down at the whip. "Pain is also his map. And this... this will show him the way." He shouted as he brought the whip down against her body. The blades of black leather crashed against her belly and she grunted in sharp pain. The whip fell again, the tails landing hard against her thighs. She squirmed, holding her tongue in, trying not to scream. The presence within her turned, seeking. The whip came again, against her chest. Ugly red streaks grew from her skin. As Teltirray struck her, harder and harder, he began cursing her. "I let Darynn teach you too well how to handle pain." His efforts grew harder as he slammed the whip into her skin, torturing her, giving her all the pain and suffering he could inflict. The presence within her lived on the pain, enjoying it as much as it seemed ready to enjoy her death. She could not afford to give in. But the whip was too persuasive. She bled from a dozen tortured slashes, the crimson fluid coursing down her body. |