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Chapter Twenty-One

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It seems like I have fallen back into my old routine and update really, really late again. Guys, please be honest with me and tell me why you're still keeping it up with me by waiting for updates?

It's just that I really don't have the time to just sit and write and that's the problem. Because of that I can't really get into it hence the crappy chapters. And yup, this one was so difficult to write.

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     "What? That's all your capable of?" The young man spat out through gritted teeth after spluttering out waves of blood. The master Zayn himself could only cock an eyebrow up at the bravery of this boy. The anger that grew immensely at the choice of words he chose to speak with caused him to grip the heavy whip tighter in his hands. Before he drew his arm back, a lazy smirk appeared on his face at the sight in front of him. 

        There he stood, Carter White in all his bloody glory. Chained up by his wrists and ankles in the middle of the room, the master had begun whipping him with the lash. As the first few droplets of blood streamed out through the cut skin, the hunger grew within him increasingly. He wanted nothing more than just to sink his aching razor sharp like blades into his skin and drink him all out. Though he wanted to make the moment last as long as he could. He wanted to crush him and that he did. And he enjoyed every second of it. His eyes twinkled as they took in the heavy torn and cracked skin of the young man in front of him. The screams of pain and agony the young White let out were like music to his ears. And he had only begun...

          "It's getting quite boring with the lash, I see," the master said with mild amusement, eyes sparkling a bright red as he threw the lash to the side with a heavy trail of droplets of blood after it on the ground. The master brought his thumb up to his parted lips, the smell of the fresh blood taking over his senses as his tongue darted out to lick the sweet, thick liquid from his fingers. "Not as sweet as the taste of Chloe."

      "You fucking bastard!" The chained up young White roared out, shaking as he tried and failed to free himself from the chains. "I'm going to fucking kill you."

        The lord looked up through his lashes, slowly licking the last remains of blood from his bottom lip before he grinned bemused. The master was known for having a very short temper and not being able to deal with threats easily. Though this time, he kept himself all collected and cool. He wanted to be in control of everything and make the suffering of the young Carter as long as he could let it last.

     Tossing the whip aside, the master shot his arm forward to the open wound he just created and sank his fingers into it. Carter's eyes widened as all the colour of his face paled and he doubled over as another wave of blood left his lips. The master smiled, loving the beautiful sight in front of him as he wrestled his fingers into his skin deeper.

       "It's funny, really," the Lord chuckled darkly, taking long and slow strides towards the shaking and bleeding man in front of him. "I've heard that thousands of times and yet," he stopped, pulled his fingers out of his wound and gestured towards him, a sly smirk forming on his lips as he continued, "I am still here."

       "Fuck you," the young White spat, coughing out another wave of blood as he fought against the chains cutting deeper and deeper into his skin. The young Carter had never been so disgusted by someone like the man standing in front of him. Of all the things he was capable of, he now knew after the so called master had told him a little story. A little story about a happily married couple, one that had left him heartbroken and numb to the core.