The Story of Hanna/Chapter I - Interrogation - Door's Locked, Lashes
Of course the door's locked. Robert may be a scatterbrain, but he's always cautious about these kinds of things, unnecessarily so. Nothing's going to get between him and you, and there's nothing you can do or say to stop your punishment either. You feel the chains lock on to your wrists. Immediately afterwards, you feel hands on your hips, and those hands are looking to get inside your panties. With one swift pull on the silk, your butt and genitals are revealed. He doesn't bother getting to your shoes and socks, not that it is making this any easier.
"Your skin is so beautiful." His compliments would normally make you feel good, but you can't appreciate anything he says given the circumstances. "I wonder how all those red marks are going to look on it?"
The first lash might come at any moment, so you brace for impact. You stay as still as you can with tears on your eyes. It's the only thing you can do, since relaxing is out of question. At this moment, the only thing you're really hoping is that it won't hurt too much.
Leather cracks against your skin, hitting your lower back. A wailing moan escapes your gaping mouth. It's hard to tell whenever it was a moan or a cry of pain. The powerful sting burns on your skin with a strong, lingering effect. You lean forward, knees shaking, pressing your forearms against the wall, biting your lips, with one visible tear rolling down your cheek. That was just one hit of who knows how many. Luckily, it didn't hurt as much as you feared. The small, masochistic part of your brains even think there is something else than just pain mixed into all this, but that's not to say you're feeling any pleasure.
Then, his whip lashes against your back the second time, this time hitting you a little bit further up. It hurts just as much as the last one did, but surprisingly enough, your second scream isn't as loud as your first one was. Before you even manage to collect yourself properly, the third lash hits your back, and it is at this point that you can't help but to complain out loud. "It hurts!" You're reminded of the time you lost your virginity; reminded of the pain you felt and how hard it was to deal with it. Back then it was just momentary, and would go away, but there's just no way that can be the case now. Every hit stings like the last, and there is no relief at the end of the road.
"Don't you dare complain, you brat!" he commands, as the whip hits you the fourth time. It connects with your butt, which in a weird way, hurts a little less than the ones against your back. Your knees are feeling increasingly weak, and you collapse to your knees. He seems to have stopped, and you gasp for air. "Get up."
"Please have mercy…" you say, as you try to force yourself back to your feet. He stops you midway, as he whips you once more. You collapse completely, not being able to get up.
"Did you not hear what I said? Get up, Hanna."
Is he messing with you? He must know full well that you can't just get up after being whipped like that. The burning on your skin isn't the only thing that hurts, as it radiates into your muscles as well. You try regardless, because you feel like you need to obey him. Yet another crack of the whip connects with your back.
"Apologize for what you did!"
"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry I tried to escape! AAH!" Your apology came from heart, yet he still feels the necessity to hit you once again. Your entire back is burning up.
You hear him click his tongue, and take a couple of steps backwards. Did he get bored? Has he done enough in his eyes? It certainly seems to be that way. He unlocks the shackles on your wrists, letting you free. You're still stunned and unable to move. "Get up", he says, repeating his command from earlier. This time around, he gives you all the time you need. Slowly but surely, you get to your feet, still staring at the wall. "Turn around." You see no reason not to, but you're afraid to look him in the eye. "Look at me", he commands, and you raise your eyes towards his. "That's seven lashes. Consider yourself let off the hook easy."
You nod deeply, apologizing once again.
"I hope you feel regret for what you did", he says, and lays his hands your shoulders. "Next time you wrong me you get double the load."
"It won't happen again…"
"Good. Now, cover your body up. It's bedtime."
As you start picking up clothes, he walks to the door with the intent to unlock it. You don't realize this until the door does actually open with a bang. A man bursts inside, daggers drawn, one of them pressed against Robert's neck. You recognize Leon immediately, and he seems to be furious. He must've heard what was going on inside. "What did you do to her…?" he asks, whispering with murderous intent.
"Please, let me live!" Robert begs.
Leon sees the whip that Robert is still clutching into. "You scum."
"Wait, I can explain!" Robert yells.
"There's nothing to explain. I heard everything."
You feel like you have to intervene, or else things could get ugly. You really don't want to see blood being spilled over something pointless. "Leon, please spare him…"
Leon turns his gaze towards your eyes, and you give him a nod. "I wasn't planning on killing you. I just wanted you to get some of your own medicine."
"Thank you for coming for Hanna…" you say, trying to smile.
"Are you hurt?"
"Hanna is fine." You try to convince him by trying to act cheerful, but he must realize it for the act that it is. Pain is written all over your face.
"Why do you want to take her away…?" Robert asks, angrily.
"You shut up right now", Leon says. "They're here, Hanna. Just like Chad feared."
You don't even have to be told. You understand what's up. Chaos is here, and they really are after you.
"Put your clothes on. We're leaving the moment we get a chance. We can't let ourselves get caught now. As for you…" Leon turns towards Robert, and pushes him away from him, letting him go. "You better escape as well if you don't want to end up dead."
…
In the immediate aftermath, while you dress up, Leon calms down a little bit. He manages to explain the situation to Robert, and unsurprisingly, Robert is very quick to believe him, especially with all the evidence presented. He apologizes to you for hurting you, and for not believing you despite the fact that over the years you've never wronged him, not even once. "I should've known better", he says. Well, whenever you decide to forgive him or not is up to you, but the bottom line is, he did what he thought was right, and he wasn't really doing it out of malice. In his own twisted way, he was just trying to protect you, so he at very least doesn't deserve to get hurt over what he did to you.
Whip marks only bother you for a while. After a couple of minutes, you're not even feeling sore anymore. The marks are going to be there for a while, but that's something you can easily deal with.