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Chapter 8: you belong to me

"You see," Marcus said, his voice dripping with cruelty. "We have a lot of training to do. You will learn to obey me, or you will suffer the consequences. And believe me, the consequences will be severe." He let the whip trail over her cheek, the strands leaving a tantalizing trail of sensation across her soft skin.

He watched the expressions play across her face, a mix of fear and defiance shining in her eyes. He chuckled softly, feeling a sense of satisfaction at her reaction. "You look like you want to say something," he remarked. "Go on. Speak your mind."

As Marcus waited for her response, he could see the struggle in her eyes. She was clearly torn between her desire to defy him and her fear of punishment. But he knew that he had the power in this situation, and he would make sure she understood that. "Speak up," he sneered.

"Tell me, doll," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "What is it you want to say? Don't be afraid. I want to hear your thoughts, your fears, your every feeling." He took another step towards her, the whip still trailing over her skin.

As he drew closer, the strands of the whip brushed against her cheek, leaving a tantalizing trail of sensation. Marcus' gaze remained fixed on her face, drinking in every moment of her distress.

He let out a low chuckle, revelling in her discomfort. "I can see the fear in your eyes, Anna. And it's a beautiful thing. As painful to you as it may be right now, you will eventually come to welcome it. Pain can be quite satisfying, when it comes at the right time." He lifted the whip, his voice dripping with anticipation.

"Now," Marcus said, his tone full of authority, "tell me what you want to say. You have one chance to speak your mind. Make it count." He stood there, waiting for her response, a cold smile playing on his lips. He knew that whatever she said would not change his plans for her, but he enjoyed seeing her squirm.

Anna swallowed hard, trying to keep her voice from trembling. "I... I just want to go home," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. Her eyes flickered between defiant and hopeful, trying to gauge his reaction.

Marcus's eyes widened slightly, a hint of surprise in his expression. "Home?" He echoed, a cruel smile playing at the corners of his lips. "You're not going home, my dear Anna. You belong to me now. You have no home but here, with me."

He leaned in closer, his eyes burning with a dark excitement. "Understand this," he said, his voice filled with a chilling intensity. "I have complete control over you. You are my property. And I will make you obey, no matter what it takes. Is that clear?"

He raised the whip, letting the strands trail across her face once more. "You see, doll," he said, his voice low and commanding, "this whip can deliver a world of pain. But it can also give unimaginable pleasure. And I intend to explore both ends of that spectrum with you." He paused, letting his words sink in. "Would you like to experience a taste of that now?"

Marcus looked up as he heard the sound of footsteps approaching the playroom door. A moment later, the door opened and his assistant, Victor, entered. "You wanted to see me, boss?" he said, his voice neutral. Marcus nodded, gesturing towards Anna. "Just seeing how my new toy is progressing," he said, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "Come, take a look. Tell me what you see."

Victor stepped closer, his eyes scanning over Anna with a clinical detachment. "She's shaking, boss," he noted. "But there's also a look of defiance in her eyes. She hasn't broken yet." Marcus chuckled. "No, not yet. But she will. I have certain... methods, that will ensure her compliance."

"But for now," Marcus said, his voice low and dangerous, "I want to know her limits. I want to push her to her breaking point. Find me a list of the most extreme methods for training a slave, Victor. I want to see just how far I can take her." Victor nodded, his expression never changing, and left the room. Marcus turned his attention back to Anna, smiling cruelly. "You're in for a rough ride, my doll," he said, his voice filled with sadistic pleasure.


Marcus sat in a plush leather chair, his eyes focused intently on Victor. "I want to start a new training method," he said, his voice low and menacing. "I want you to start using the shock collar on her. Start low, but increase the intensity slowly. She needs to understand the consequences of displeasing me." Victor nodded, his expression cool and detached. "Of course, boss," he said, his voice betraying no emotion. "When do you want us to begin?"

"Today! Once you start the training, report back to me with updates on her progress. I want to know every detail," Marcus said, his eyes never leaving Victor. "And make sure you keep her chained up. I don't want her escaping." Victor nodded, his expression never changing. "I'll take care of it, boss," he said, his voice tinged with a hint of anticipation. "She won't get away."

As Marcus spoke to Victor, Anna couldn't help but feel a sense of dread building inside her. She had no idea what was in store for her, but she knew it couldn't be good. She was already so hungry, and the thought of more pain and fear was almost too much to bear. She could feel tears welling up in her eyes, but she didn't let them fall. She would not cry in front of her him, no matter what he did to her. She had to stay strong, to find a way to escape this nightmare.

Marcus smiled as Victor left the room, his mind already turning to other matters. He had plenty of other business to attend to, including managing his various business interests. He was a man of great ambition and power, and nothing would stop him from achieving his goals. As for Anna, she would be left alone with Victor for the time being.

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