Prime was brought into a wide empty room. Black painted the walls and ground, hiding the blood that stained the floor. No windows are also visible and only the heavy iron door is the means of escape if she wanted to try, but with her current condition the thought of escape is still impossible.
She was forced to kneel because of the chain in her wrists that is now connected to the ground. Trying to exert force in pulling the chain, it didn't even bulge at all. She needed more strength but her body is protesting.
Just what kind of poison did the blood has? It didn't kill her at all but only making her powerless and cold.
"I've promised," Black started, holding a long dark whip in his hands. "I've promised the owner of this body that I will help him take revenge. I'll beat you until you beg me to stop, until the flesh on your back were torn open, until you bath in your own blood, but not enough to kill you."
He coiled the leather whip in his other hand, testing its durability. When Prime saw the thing, it took her a great effort to not swear at him.
"You know what?" Black continued, "He is watching you right now. Laughing at your fated demise. He is here, the real Black, deep inside me— willingly gave up his body just to take revenge on you."
He circled her with a cruel smile on his face, then he stopped behind her. Looking at the small back that is covered by a thin layer of clothing he raised the whip without a warning.
A loud crack echoed when it hit the flesh. Prime gasp at the sudden pain in her back, she wanted to curl up but another lashing came.
Crack!
Black is like a madman, whipping her without a pause. Every hit is stronger than the other and since the man is also someone considered special, his strength can't be compared to any ordinary human. He was too strong and cruel. If the woman in front of him is but an ordinary one then she could have died on the first lashing with all her bones broken.
But, Prime is different, she could only endure as she felt her flesh near torn to its bones. The searing pain flooded her mind, and everytime the leather would meet her back there was a ripping sensation.
Crack!
"One more!" Black laughed crazily, "One more!"
Crack!
Prime tasted a metallic pang in her mouth, she did not realize that she'd bitten her cheeks until it bleeds. Another lashing came, her fist balled as the anger inside welled up. It was threatening to come out— wanting to vent, however she braced herself, not daring to let the anger showed.
Not now, not yet.
Even if the sweat has mixed up with her wounds, not a single sound was heard from Prime. She remained silent, only occasionally attempting to curl up into a ball whenever the tip of the whip hits her head.
Crack!
Black finally stopped, panting as he bent forward to admire his work. The cloth has been ripped open just like the flesh that is constantly bleeding, making her a sorry figure.
"How was it? Is it fun?" he whispered, his sinister voice reaching her ears. "Do you want to cry now? If you cry and beg I might help you. Go on, submit, and I'll make you stronger."
He unexpectedly heard an arrogant laugh.
"I don't really know what's happening but one thing is clear to me," Prime smiled, "You know why they gave you that body? Because you two are the same. Cowards. You can only beat me because of my current condition, so tell me... Can you still face me when I'm not like this?"
Prime laughed mockingly at him. Her words were sharp and precise, totally angering him. It hit a sore spot and he could only give her another angry whip before leaving the room.
"Get a doctor!" He bellowed, "Make sure the b*tch doesn't die then bring her back to her cell!"
He glanced back at the woman, though she still has her mask on but it only covers half of her face. He can see the faint smile on her lips as she also glanced at him.
That arrogant smile, how he wanted to erase it. If only he was allowed to kill her then he could have done that, but killing Prime is forbidden. They needed her alive, but tamed. That's the Oni's main goal because Prime will be a powerful weapon, their trump card.
However, the woman is hard to crack. Her state of mind is too strong. Torture is not enough.
Black returned back at the main room, just above the underground prison. He was greeted when he entered and he did not bother looking at them at all.
Though he is the unfavored son of Koan, he is still one of the Dark princes. They still need to give him the respect he deserves.
"Where's Umi?" He asked the guard.
"She's guarding the Kitsune gang, sir."
"Deliver a message to her. Kill the gang then deliver their heads to their leader." He ordered heartlessly.
The guard bowed at him before running towards the punishment room.
Right, if he can't force the kitsune leader to submit through physical torture, then he's going to use her gang against her. After all, the members are just collateral damage.