Flowers Under the Moon

Flowers Under the Moon

Prologue

A whip flares out and hits flesh, drawing no moan from this male prisoner who has felt the whip many times before. The well-muscled man looks it over and nods. "It is in fine working condition, milord. In the right hands, it will deliver the right pain. The silver buds at the end," he says while pointing to them, "will give pleasure to lower parts while giving pain to the back and neck. The prisoner will give you what you want when you use this."

A tall man with long raven hair tied back into a ponytail nods in agreement. The guard hands it over and he looks it over with his frost blue eyes, his fingers running over the length of the whip. "She will bow and then we will know where he is. Prince Damascus cannot hide forever from us," he voices with an evil glint in his eyes. "And perhaps he will come to us when he feels what is most dear to him in pain." The man gently bends the whip, pressing the silver buds into his hand, breathing in and out in excitement from the pain. It does not matter that he has to spend blood to breathe nor does he want to close the wounds. The pain makes him more awake as he does not want the sun to just come up in five hours. 'So short a time for all I want to do. Such a beauty I have heard she is and was so easy to catch,' he muses as the guard seems to be saying something to him.

"Milord, she was captured while traveling to his realm. There will be some retaliation for what we are doing," he says with an evil chuckle. "But I think we are hidden enough to prevent such a thing from happening."

"I know we are," the man growls out and whips the guard as he falls on his knees. "Do not question nor doubt what I am doing. I am the law here." He flexes out the whip once more and chuckles icily. "And you were right, the whip is great for dealing pain. I hope you are right in it dealing out pleasure as well or you will feel more of this marvelous pain." He leaves the guard as the guard gets up slowly, the Lord's midnight blue cloak fluttering behind him as he walks. His clothing red in order to hide what will happen next. The Lord does not know if he will have to draw blood or not to get what he wants as he hears that the beauty is quite resilient. "More fun for me to have then," he purrs out to himself as he nears the dungeon door. "Open it up," he orders to the two guards at the door. The female nods and unlocks the door, opening it to him. He steps inside, closing his eyes and making all the candles in the room light up. "Two knock rule," is all he says as the door closes behind him.

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The woman looks up, the cuffs that are linked to the chains on the walls on her wrists. She looks up at the man who entered, her hazel eyes full of anger at the man while her long brown hair has fallen down all around her. Her white gown made so her knees do not get caught on any material but yet she cannot hide the fact that a lot of her cleavage is showing. A shiver goes through her body as the door closes, noticing in the small light that this man does have a weapon. "What do you want?" She asks softly, trying to hide her fear.

"First I want your name and then we will see from there," he growls out as his hand continues to gently stroke the whip. "And I would answer truthfully if I were you, my dear."

"I am Rachel Winchester," she says with some fight in her voice. "And I wish to be let free. There is no reason why you should be allowed to keep me here!"

The Lord uncurls the whip, letting it snap dangerously close to her face that she is only able to turn away. "There is a very good reason for you to be here, if not for the fact that any man would want you. Now, Rachel Winchester, what I want is the only thing you really know. I want to know where Prince Damascus is."

She shakes her head no. "I do not know where he is," she says as she looks directly into his eyes. But his eyes show that he does not believe her. "I do not! Now please let me go. Please," she begs as she bows her head.

"No," he says coldly as his arms cross while he still strokes the whip. "I do not believe what you have told me," he says louder as the whip comes down on her right shoulder, tearing at the material and making her cry out in pain, as the buds rip deeper than the rest of the whip. The smell of blood enters the room as he breathes it in. "You do know where he is and you should tell me if you do not wish anymore pain upon yourself."

She starts to laugh, a single tear tracing itself down her cheek. "I am telling you the truth as the horse was leading. The horse that you stupid henchmen killed! I can-ow!" She cries out as the whip comes down on her other shoulder, doing the samBlooBlood spills down both her arms and makes her dress red now instead of white.

"Poor Rachel, but at the end of all of this you will tell me what I want to know." And the whip goes into her flesh again and again, tearing at the fabric. By the time he is done, both of her breasts are raw, blood spilling everywhere as she makes no effort at all to try to heal herself. The Lord walks over to her and raises her chin up so he can see into her eyes. "You will break," is all he says before he lher her head drop and knocks twice at the door. The guards open it immediately as he comes out. "Have one of the healers heal her and then put her in her own chambers. If she will not break this way, there are other means." And he strides out of the dungeon for his own chambers, needing the sleep with his hand still clutching the whip.

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