CHAPTER 8

Marcus wiped blood splatters off his chin. He stared at the girl at his feet, disgust and hatred burning in his eyes. She was naked, her porcelain fair skin riddled with whip lashes. She was bleeding in some areas, he found the bright red blood a beautiful contrast to her fair skin. He remembered someone who had an even more beautiful contrast between her blood and her skin, and his body bristled with anger once more. He brought the whip down on her, the sound it made slicing through the air was terrifying. It connected with the girl's body, tearing open her flesh. She barely flinched in response to it, already used to the pain.

Marcus breathed heavily, his hair hanging out of it's formerly ponytail. He pushed the loose strands out of his face, beads of sweat on his brow.

"Get up." He spat with vitriol.

The girl raised her head and looked at him. She was smiling. "Wow, you're really worked up today." She said with a cheerful voice. She sat up fully and did a small stretch, throwing h