The sight of the long black whip made Belle swallow hard, her mouth suddenly dry as a desert. Would he really flog her with such a thing?!
"A piece of advice, woman," he said coldly. "Obey me, and you’ll walk out with fewer scars. Disobey me, and you’ll regret ever being born."
He spoke with a sly smile, running his hand along the coarse texture of the whip. His eyes settled on her stomach as he grinned and added with mock pity, "Unfortunately, you might lose the baby in the process of this training. But don’t worry, once you recover, there will be plenty of slave men eager to plant another one inside you. Rest assured, they’re gentle with the women... while we watch them do it."
Belle’s skin crawled with disgust at his words, and her heart wrenched at the thought of losing her precious unborn child. She could tell he wasn’t joking. She wished begging could make him stop and change his mind, but she knew the likes of his kind too well, she had faced monsters like him far too many times to believe mercy existed in them.
She looked at him warily, then at the long, thick whip in his hand. He stared back at her and gave the order, his voice like ice.
"Strip."
His word made her still. What made him think she would strip now when she hadn’t done it outside? She had never stood naked before any man except her husband, and she didn’t think she had it in her to do that now, no matter what he planned to do to her.
Instead of obeying, Belle forced her painful hands to wrap protectively around her stomach. Her voice trembled, but her defiance did not.
"I won’t..."
Before she knew what was coming, his whip had descended on her and whipped her around the arm and back. The hit knocked her to the floor and tore the fabric of her dress to her skin. It burned so much that her entire body shook.
"Strip!" he repeated, raising his hand to hit her again, and despite the pain, Belle shook her head stubbornly.
Master Kent laughed. "Normally, women obey me after the first hit," he said as he lashed her again, and Belle balled up into a protective ball to keep her stomach away from the hit.
He hit her ten more times, but she didn’t give in and kept shaking her head. If this had been the Belle from the past, before she married or learned who she truly was, she might have surrendered just to escape the pain. But now, the thought of stripping and being reduced to someone she was not was something she could never accept.
Her entire body burned as though hot water had been poured on her, and the back of her eyes stung. If she wasn’t afraid of messing up orders in the land of the dead and bringing another punishment upon herself, she would have taken his soul right at this moment!
"It seems you need to lose a few limbs before you will obey!" Master Kent said as he began to take off the buttons of his shirt, laughing in amusement as it seemed he had finally found his match, one who wouldn’t give in easily.
"Once I am done with you, you will lick my shoes and beg me," Master Kent add, flinging his shirt to the side of the room and grabbing his dagger from the wall.
Belle fell to the ground with an impact but began to rise again like nothing had happened when her knee bled from the fall. They had touched a spot inside her that wouldn’t easily be subdued, and she had warned him not to come close but he didn’t listen. It was the side of her anger that gave her the strength to do things she normally wouldn’t.
Belle used her scythe to hit one of the vampires on the head, breaking his skull, and then turned the sharp side and thrust it squarely into the point Rohan had taught her would kill a vampire instantly.
She got him right in the chest, where the scythe had both metal and wood in it, and it made the vampire fall down as it hit his weak point. He convulsed on the floor of the Redroom, his eyes widening and his skin shrinking into his bones before he went still, drying like a fallen autumn leaf.
Nonetheless, before Belle could withdraw her scythe from the chest of the dead vampire to attack another one, more guards had been alerted and rushed in. They came at her all at once, managing to hold her down, and the scythe disappeared from sight the moment a vampire pulled it from her grip.
Belle tried to fight and get up again, but her strength against more than ten pure-blooded vampires was impossible to match. The last thing she heard before they knocked her unconscious was Master Kent groaning out to the men,
"Don’t fucking kill her, or Mistress will kill you all! Knock the bitch out! Ugh!"
The agony in his voice satisfied Belle immensely before darkness claimed her.

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