Chapter 21: Ritual Of Ruin: R18
——-No Rape! But this Chapter can affect sensitive people. I'm sorry! ——-
Without saying anything else, the masked man grabbed her and pulled her into the middle of the room.
A circle was drawn on the floor in chalk, with symbols and strange sigils.
She struggled to get free, but her strength was no match for the man in the white mask.
He threw her on the floor.
She winced, rubbing her bruised knees.
The masked n watched her, unmoving.
"Now, let's see how you handle the pain," he stated as he raised the whip.
Lirian tried to get away, but two n grabbed her by her arms and held her down.
Her heartbeat thundered in her chest, and her palms grew slick with sweat.
She gasped, struggling to catch her breath. Her eyes looked around for an escape.
Lirian tried to twist and turn, her fingers clawed at the ground.
"Let go! Let go!" she scread so loud that the voice was coming directly from her stomach.
She felt their breath on her skin as they reached for her hands.
Escape seed impossibly distant, and the fear of the whip swallowed her whole.
He swung the whip, and it cracked through the air, biting into her skin.
"Ouh!" A cry escaped her lips, so raw as pain seared through her.
"Fantastic!" the masked n cheered and clapped, but Lirian didn't pay attention to them.
She focused on the pain.
It was all she could think about.
Her skin stung from the blows, and tears welled up in her eyes.
The man in the white mask smiled. His voice was so smooth and calm.
"You're strong, but...," he said, putting the whip away.
He bent down, stroking Lirian's cheek.
"Don't worry, my dear. You'll get used to the pain."
He laughed again. "I'm joking." And the sound of the whip ca through again, tearing into her flesh.
"Aaaaaaagh!" Lirian scread through gritted teeth. The pain was unbearable.
"Stop... please... stop..." she begged, but the man in the white mask kept going.
Her skin was stained with blood; it was burning like it was set on fire.
Finally, the man stopped, satisfied with the damage he had done.
"You did well, my dear."
"Plea-please, let go..." she stuttered, trying her best to gather strength.
But the man was sadistic and evil. He grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him.
"No, I'm not finished with you yet."
"I'll be go-good, I won't tell anyone, but ple-please, let go..."
He leaned close and whispered in her ear, "Do you know what happens when soone is tortured by the Order? They beco broken. And once they're broken, they're easy to control. And that's why we're here. To break you."
Suddenlg, the masked n rushed forward, grabbing her limbs and holding her in place.
"No! Please! Don't hurt anymore!"
But they didn't listen.
The man in the white mask pulled out a knife.
He cut off the rest of the garnts and threw them away.
She trembled; her skin was stinging, making her gasp and not allowing her to breathe properly.
He grabbed his whip again and brought it down hard on her chest.
"Aaaaagh!" she scread, but her voice was drowned out by the laughter of the masked n.
"Again...!"
"One more ti!"
They cheered him on, urging him to keep going.
Lirian felt a heat coursing through her veins, overwhelming even her mind.
She struggled, trying to escape, but it was no use.
She was trapped.
The man in the white mask continued to torture her, whipping her rcilessly.
She begged him to stop, but he wasn't listening.
It was like a spectacle for them.
Watching a helpless woman scream for help as she was tortured, their pleasure deepened into a sick satisfaction.
A crazy joy started spreading through them.
Lirian couldn't understand why this was happening and why they were doing this to her.
Who exactly were these people? And most importantly, she couldn't rember if this was even happening to the original Lirian.
But it didn't take long for their laughter to vanish.
Smoke curled into the air, thick and suffocating, surrounding the masked people.
Confusion and questions spread across their faces as flas erupted, licking at the edges of the stage.
"What is happening?"
"Who did this?"
The heat intensified, and the crackling of fire drowned out everything else.
"What's happening?" one masked man shouted again, his eyes wide as he scanned everything around him.
A loud scream pierced, followed by the sound of a knife slicing through flesh.
Panic went through the crowd, and the masked people started staggering back.
"Run!" soone yelled, and the group erupted into a huge ss, stumbling over each other in a rush to escape.
The three n on stage dropped Lirian's body, darting in every direction, unsure which way to flee.
"Which way?" another man shouted in a trembling voice.
As they turned, they froze.
They saw Gabriel standing at the edge of the flas, his eyes glowed like burning gold, fierce and unforgiving.
The sight of him sent a jolt of electricity through them.
"Go! We have to get out!" one of them scread, desperately pulling at the others.
Gabriel took a step forward, but Johann grabbed his arm.
"No, we have to get Lirian!" he urged, glancing back at her.
"Forget them! Get Lirian! We have to escape!" Gunther shouted.
"Getting her! Now!" Gabriel growled, looking at the fleeing trio.
The screams continued around them, but Gabriel's only goal was to get Lirian.
Quickly, he knelt beside her, while Johann and Gunther scanned the area, ready to protect them both.
The flas danced higher, but the urgency to save her burned even brighter in their hearts.
"Lirian, just hold on tight, okay?"
"Ga-Gabriel?" She opened her eyes.
"Don't say anything, just don't let go of ..."
"Gab-Gabriel... I'm sorry for escaping..."
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