Chapter 426: Escaping The Devil’s Lair (1/2)

The Dog Trainer moved his shoulder and one of his men immediately removed his shirt for him. Then, another handed him a small whip. ”Leave the room!” he said with a wave of his hand.

After the others left, only the Dog Trainer and I remained in the room.

”Turn people into slaves is an art,” said the Dog Trainer. “Rather than hunger and fatigue, I’m more deeply impressed by the methods of the ancients–pain! The drug I just injected activates the pain nerves throughout your entire body so the pain you feel will be ten times stronger than usual. Even if the wind blows on your skin, it’ll burn like fire.”

I gritted my teeth, feeling the drug working. It was as if countless ants were crawling under my skin–a sensation of pain and itchiness spreading all over my body.

The Dog Trainer continued, ”You should be glad that it’s me. If it were someone else, they would torture you to death by various sadistic means. But I would never. I appreciate you more than anyone else and I want you for my own use!”

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. ”Am I the first Song family member to be taken here?”

”Yes, but definitely not the last one!” answered the Dog Trainer. “Well, let’s begin.”

The Dog Trainer fiddled with the whip and lashed the side of my ribs. It felt like being pressed to the ground by a red-hot steel bar. Intense pain sunk into my bones as I screamed in pain, sweat pouring from the pores of my body.

”Call me Master and I will stop.”

”Dream on!” I gasped for air.

”Your struggle is meaningless. It’s only a matter of time before your will collapses. Do you think you’re more special than the thousands of people I have tamed?” asked the Dog Trainer.

I sneered, ”Just kill me!”

He put away his smile and continued whipping me. The terrible pain was almost enough to render me unconscious. The screams that escaped my lips sounded, unlike any cry I had ever heard myself utter. They echoed throughout the tiny room, piercing my eardrums.

The whip he was holding was commonly used for bondage purposes and sounded more painful than it actually felt. Thus, it didn’t leave any wounds. However, the drug enhanced my senses so the pain I experienced was eight or nine on a scale of one to ten.

But this was the limit I could bear. With only two lashes, I was already soaked with sweat, as if I had been fished out of water. Panting violently, the pain made me lose my mind.

The Dog Trainer ordered, ”Call me Master!”

”Dream on...” I panted heavily.

”Amazing! Ordinary people can't even bear three lashes,” praised the Dog Trainer.

My hair was soaked in cold sweat and plastered on my forehead. All the shouting had given me a sore throat. I might have torn my vocal cords.

I looked up with defiance, ”All you’re getting is my dead body.”

”No, I will make you my loyal dog!”

The Dog Trainer sneered, and down came another crack of the whip. The pain pushed me beyond my limits. I felt my consciousness begin to blur and everything around me seemed almost unreal. My body’s self-preservation mechanism kicked into gear, sinking me into unconsciousness to protect me.

The Dog Trainer turned on the tap and poured cold water on me. It felt like being sprinkled with hot molten iron. My body was red and swollen. I was a trembling mess, teeth clattering and unable to speak.

The Dog Trainer held the whip in his hand and snapped it. Upon hearing the sound, I shook like a frightened bird.