Chapter 50
KAYA’S PO
I quickly follow Asher out of the room, my heart racing with fear and anticipation. My mind is spinning, trying to keep up with the possible reasons why Asher would be so adamant about going back to the dungeon. Was it because of the rogues Or was it something else entirely?
As we make our way down the dimly–lit corridors, I can’t shake the feeling that something terrible is about to happen. And then, just as we turn the corner, a blood–curdling scream echoes through the hallways. My whole body goes rigid with terror, and I’m barely able to keep my feet moving
Asher doesn’t break his stride, and I have no choice but to follow him. The screams grow louder and more intense, until they are almost unbearable. I can hear the sound of flesh being torn and bones being broken, and it’s all I can do to keep from retching on the spot.
When we finally reach the dungeon. I can barely bring myself to look inside. But the sight that greets me is even worse than I could have imagined. Three of the rogues are sprawled on the ground, their bodies twisted and broken. And Asher is standing over them, his whip still in hand.
“What’s happening!!” He asked, casually strolling in as it must have felt so familiar.
“They’re doing everything to kill themselves here before we take them out for the proper torture.” Caden said, glancing back at the men ried up for a second.
“Then we are going to deal with them one more time. Seems like I haven’t been doing enough all this while!”
I feel a wave of nausea wash over me as I take in the full extent of the violence the men must have gone through. It’s like nothing I’ve ever seen before, and I can’t help but wonder how someone could inflict such pain on another human being. And yet, at the same time, I can’t help but feel a strange sense of respect for Asher. He is a leader who is willing to do whatever it takes to protect his pack, even if it means getting his hands dirty.
As 1 stand there, trying to process everything I’ve just witnessed, Asher turns to me with a stern expression. I warned you, Raya. This is what happens when you cross me. His voice is cold and unyielding, and I can see the anger and frustration simmering just beneath the surface.
I feel a cold shiver run down my spine as I realize what he means. I’ve heard rumors about how Asher deals with his enemies, but I never imagined it would be like this. My mind races as I try to come up with an excuse, a way out of this situation, but I know there’s no escaping Asher’s wrath.
The smell of blood and sweat almost suffocating me. I try to keep my head down, but I can’t help but peek up at Asher as he approaches the place where the prisoner is being held.
The prisoner is a young man, barely more than a man, and he looks up at Asher with a mix of fear and defiance. Asher doesn’t waste any time, pulling out a whip from his belt and holding it up for me to see.
“Make sure you watch!” he says, and I can see the fire dancing in his eyes.
He dips the whip into a nearby flame until the metal is heated, then turns to face the prisoner. The boy screams in terror as Asher brings the whip down hard, the sound of flesh tearing and burning filling the air.
I feel sick to my stomach as I watch Asher continue to lash the boy, each strike causing more and more damage. I can’t imagine anyone surviving this kind of punishment, but Asher seems to take pleasure in the boy’s pain.
As the punishment continues, Asher turns to me with a triumphant smile on his face. “Now you see what it means to be part of my pack,” he says. his voice dripping with satisfaction.
I want to scream, to lash out at him for what he’s done, but I know better than to cross him. I can only stare at him in horror, wondering what kind of monster I’ve gotten myself involved with.
As I watched, my heart racing in my chest, a wave of fear and horror washed over me like a cold, dark tide. The sight before me was almost too much to bear. Asher’s eyes glinted with a cold, hard fury as he heated the metal of the whips again and again until they glowed red–hot.
The heat radiating off of them was intense, scorching the air around us and making me feel dizzy and weak. My mind reeled as I tried to comprehend what I was seeing. This was no ordinary punishment. This was something barbaric, something straight out of the darkest depths of humanity’s past. How could he do this! How could he inflict such pain on another person!
And why did he seem to take such pleasure in it! I felt sick to my stomach as I watched Asher step forward, his eyes fixed on the hapless prisoner. He raised the whip high and brought it down with a sickening crack. The sound echoed through the dungeon like thunder, and I felt a chill run down my spine. I couldn’t tear my eyes away, even as my stomach roiled and churned.
Again and again, Asher lashed out with the whips, each blow accompanied by a deafening crack and a burst of sparks as the metal seared through flesh and bone. I felt bile rise in my throat as I watched the prisoner writhe and scream in agony, begging for mercy that would never come.
I wanted to look away, to run from this nightmare, but I was frozen in place, unable to move or speak. As the punishment dragged on, I felt myself growing more and more numb, as if I was watching the scene unfold from far away. It was like a waking nightmare, a surreal and horrifying tableau
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that I couldn’t escape from
I knew, deep down, that this was wrong, that what Asher was sloing was cruel and inhuman. That I was powerless to stop it. Finally, mercifully, the punishment came to an end. The prisoner lay motionless on the ground, a broken anal bloodied heap. Asher stepped back, his chest heaving with exertion, his eyes burning with a herve, almost maniacal intensity.
I wanted to scream, to run, to lash out at him for what he had done. Hut I was too numb, too shocked to react. For a long moment, there was silence in the dungeon.
The only sound was the prisoner’s ragged, shallow breathing, and the distant drip of water echoing through the stone halls. I felt a terrible emptiness inside me, a sense of loss and horror that I couldn’t begin to describe. How could I ever be with a man who could do such a thing? How could I ever be with someone who was capable of such cruelty?
But as I turn to leave the dungeon. I know one thing for sure: I have to get out of here before it’s too late.
As soon as Asher was done with his brutal punishment, I couldn’t bear to stand there another moment. I ran out of the dungeon as fast as my legs could carry me, my heart pounding in my chest and my mind in utter chaos.
The bile rose up in my throat, and before I knew it, I was vomiting uncontrollably on the floor. The nausea had been creeping up on me since the beginning of the punishment, but I had been too terrified to acknowledge it. Now it was too late.
My body convulsed with each heave, and my throat burned with the acid rising up from my stomach. I felt weak and helpless, like a small animal caught in the jaws of a predator. But the physical sickness was nothing compared to the fear and horror that gripped my mind.
How could Asher be capable of such barbaric violence? How could he take pleasure in inflicting such unbearable pain on another human being?
The man I thought I knew was nothing more than a monster, a sadistic creature that reveled in the suffering of others. My mind raced as I tried to make sense of what I had just witnessed. I couldn’t comprehend how Asher could be so cruel, so devoid of any sense of compassion or empathy.
How could he justify such brutality? Was it for the good of the pack? For his own sick pleasure? Or was there something deeper, more twisted, lurking beneath the surface of his psyche? The more I thought about it, the more terrified I became.
I was alone with a man who was capable of the most unspeakable horrors, a man who had just shown me a side of him that I never could have imagined. How could I ever feel safe with him again? How could I ever trust him?
Tears streamed down my face as I sat on the cold stone floor, my body shaking with fear and revulsion. I felt like a prisoner in my own mind, trapped in a nightmare that I couldn’t escape from. And worst of all, I had no idea what was coming next
Start couldn’t escape from. And worst of all, I had no idea what was coming next.
