Dorn’s head snapped back as the shuu
-enhanced broom handle smashed into her left cheek. At first, she was mostly surprised and wondering what happened. When it came down a second time, the broom caught her chin and Dorn heard something crack. Her jaw by the feel of it. Pure fear washed through her as the pain made itself known and the blows continued. It was simple enough to avoid giving someone what they wanted, but pain would always be pain. Gasping, Dorn cringed and dipped her head as far down as she could once she was able to; a pathetic attempt to protect herself. Her wrists strained against her bonds and she could taste blood.
She was about to speak when he stretched her leg painfully, causing her to cry out before stifling it. Dorn held her breath to endure the second wave of hits to her already aching feet and fought the urge to cry as she was certain her face was permanently ruined.
‘Don’t cry Dorn. It’s stupid. He’s most likely going to kill you, so crying is a waste.’ *
“What’s the matter, Frank?”
She replied, blood spilling from her lips and jaw clicking unnaturally, “You don’t like my name?” *
Dorn’s body began to enter into a mild state of shock; something she experienced many times as a child. It would serve her well with the rest of Frank’s “tactics”. While it didn’t take away all of the pain, it helped it to flow all over, rather than pool. This man was funny to want her name so badly but perhaps it was his fetish. All the more reason to withhold it from him.. witnessing his disappointment might be amusing. A sudden wave of nausea made her gag, and Dorn realized her technique had been abandoned. Dammit it all, so much for that.