Even with the snow stained red, it got boring fast, the screaming, the running. Boring.
So I changed my plan, I enslaved them, made them work for me, whipped them for my enjoyment. I couldn't stand how they tried to stay happy and hopeful. I will crush that, I cannot have them trying to escape.
"You number 35!" A human male with the number tattooed with the number 35 on his forehead, his body is covered in red welts from all the whippings he had been a rebel leader in Greenland trying to make sure that they keep hopeful, it's been 2 weeks since I arrived here the population was already down here, it made me laugh as the wilds of nature here had begun to reclaim the land the humans had taken from them.
"Yes mistress." Broken, bent, and no longer had the willpower to fight me. I pointed to the young boy at the foot of my chair and told him to whip him handing him my whip. I know he wanted to refuse, but he knew I would kill him and any family he had here.
The room I currently occupied was pure stone floor, flower wallpaper had covered the walls, with all the whipping and the blood boiling and forcing humans to do things they didn't want to do had turned the walls red, the echos of screams bounced off the walls in a choir I could almost sing along with it.
I couldn't feel sorry for these small unimportant humans. I wanted to keep feeling their pain, it fed me. The man had his foot and the small boy, thin from malnourishment, he kept apologizing, begging to some unknown power for his forgiveness, God what a pathetic concept.
'Whip him already!"I snapped, I can't stand all this whimpering.
The first crack of the whip was aimed not at the boy but at me, I felt hit bite into the skin of my cheek, yes this is what I wanted. I stood and moved faster than the human eye could see my hands gripped tightly around his neck, I bent my mouth to his ear "I will let you watch your family die first how about we start with that wife of yours." I poured with malice, as I kept a tight grip and dragged him to the cuffs I had attached to the walls, they weren't meant for this but they would work. Locking him into place, I stepped back and stared at him.
"Good boys follow the rules." I clapped my hands and the demon guard entered throwing his wife at my feet. "Bad ones get punished." A wicked smile etched onto my lips as I was given a demon blade and plunged it into his wife's throat. He screamed and whaled but nothing was saving her. "Don't worry you'll see her again." The wife stood, but she wasn't the same meek little thing that had been brought here. a demon had taken control just before a knife entered her throat.
I turned and sat back on my throne, "Do as you wish." The second crack of a whip hit his leg and soon his blood and screams filled the room much to my delight.