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Krystal likes it hard, and gets it hard.

"The scars will look lovely once they have healed."

"You..." she breathed out the word, her raspy voice harsh from screaming, "You bastard."

"Indeed."

Even through the pain, she held tightly to her stubborn pride and refused to relent. At one point during the lashings she thought she might have even fallen out of consciousness. Time seemed to warp in this room, as she had no idea of knowing how long they had been inside. Eventually, her knees buckled from beneath her and the mechanism she was locked in began choking her of breath. She was vaguely aware of being removed from the stockade and carried to a metal table. The freezing cold of the metal against her back was agonizing and refreshing in the same breath, and she didn't know whether or not to be grateful for the relief.

"You are the most stubborn little brat I have ever met. Worse than any man I've ever had to deal with," He sounded almost proud to say those words, but they only made her more angry, "I must say I am impressed."

"Do not... Compare me... To the weak will of a man," she growled as he made light work of tying her to the table.

"Duly noted."

She smelled the smoke of tobacco and grimaced before opening her eyes. It took a moment to blink way the tears blurring her vision, the glow of a lit cigar coming into focus. He was watching her with the expression of someone attempting to solve a puzzle. She was far too exhausted to feel smug at that, so she decided to close her eyes and take the moment to rest before he made up his mind on whatever he planned to do next.

"As I'm sure you know, the Naugu can technically live off nothing but blood to survive, if they so choose," he began in a light tone, as if he were having a casual conversation with an acquaintance. "It is the same with food. We can eat food just like any other race, and survive off of it alone."

He took the cherry of his cigar and pressed it against her inner thigh, soliciting another angry shriek. He began to litter her skin with burns, the pain almost worse than the strike from the switch. There was no escaping his assault, her body was restrained in a way that she could hardly even move, let alone struggle against his onslaught.

"If I were to be completely honest, if I had to choose... I prefer the taste of blood." he continued on with the same train of thought. "There's something about blood that is incomparable to any other source of nourishment. Holding the life of another in your own hands is such an invigorating concept. That power can be just as addicting as the taste."

"Just... Shut... Up!"

"What will it take to break you?" he sighed, as if this entire situation was a pain to him. "When will you learn that I can be just as stubborn as you? Maybe I should try a different approach."

The tips of his fingers drew a delicate trail from her abdomen up to her neck, and back down again. A mischievous smile twisted his mouth as he moved even lower, the tips of his fingers trailing over her petals. Her hips jerked before she even realized her tell, and his smile grew even larger.

"Lucky for you, I have a schedule to keep up with. So we will have to cut this session a bit short," he explained as he continued to toy with her, "I'll make it up to you when I return, I promise."

Retracting his hand, he walked over to a set of shelves with various jars and bottles on it. He looked around before lifting a bottle from the top shelf and returned to where she was tied down to the table. Removing the cork lid, he aimed the bottle over her apex and shook a few drops just over her folds before spreading the liquid with his fingers. Then he did the same over her nipples before returning the bottle to its place on the shelf. The liquid burned against the cold air of the room, and she squirmed in her bindings at the sensation of it.

"First, you will feel cold.

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