Shadows in Mind Ch. 04

Tripper climbed onto the other man's back; grimacing, he grabbed the man's hair, and lifted Pip's face; with all his weight, he slammed the giant's face against the tile floor. "You lucky I don't have something to shove up your ass fucker!" He smashed the man's face again; blood and teeth were washing down the drain. Again, and again. When Cinnamon grabbed him from behind and started pulling, he was not sure if the man was conscious, or even alive. He spat at the downed man, steaming water raining down on him.

They reached the hallway, and Tripper noticed Cinnamon was crying. Tears flowed down the man's cheeks, and his shoulders shook. He let Tripper go, and the former jake frowned at the slave.

"He had that coming, for sure. What the matter, hey?"

"He is Mistress' favorite," Cinnamon sobbed. "You should not have done that." He looked up at him, his eyes wide with terror. "I don't know what she will do to you now," he finished in a whisper.

"I-" he started to explain, when he felt his mouth clamp shut. He felt himself fly across the hallway, and grunted when he smashed into a wall with considerable force; he hung there, unable to move, and barely able to breath. The force that held him was pushing him back against the wall, slowly crushing him. His eyes bulged and tears began to flow; he could hear his ribs creaking.

"Do not kill him," Mistress Victoria said in a low voice, her eyes flashing like molten steel. "I want him alive." Victoria strolled into sight, Lucinda at her side. Behind them, a number of slaves rushed into the shower room carrying a gurney.

Victoria moved up directly in front of him, her face inches from her chest. She glared up at him. Without looking, she reached out and took his balls in her hand; she squeezed them as hard as she could, and Tripper felt himself nearly blacking out. He screamed as well as he could with his mouth sealed, his entire body quivering in pain.

"You will regret that, little bitch. You will regret that a lot." She spoke quietly, barely more than a whisper, but he had no trouble hearing, even over the roaring of his blood in his ears. "You will beg for death before I am through. But I will not grant that boon. You are mine. The sooner you accept that the better. But now, you will suffer."

Her eyes glowed, and pain blossomed in his head. Again, he fell into the darkness.