Keane Kingsman took the first lash without uttering as much as a single sound, as a huge laceration was made across his back at a 30° tilt, as blood oozed out of his wound.
' CHAPAAK '.
The second whip was hit even harder by the disciplinary officer as it not only hit his back, but also hit over his shoulder, as this time around the mountain of a man Keane showed visible signs of pain, as he winced and bit his tongue to stop himself from screaming.
' HARDER!!!! HIT HIM HARDER! We WANT TO HEAR HIM SCREAM!! '. Someone from the crowd screamed, while the others cheered, as they desperately wanted to see him suffer, their sadistic minds deriving pleasure from the pain of others.
Not seeing Keane scream, something inside Max snapped as although he did not realise it himself, he began to subconsciously use his ' blood manipulation ' skill.
On the third whip, Max cursed Keane with all his heart as he wished for the whip to sever a vein on his back and for blood to ooze out of his body,subjecting him to mind-numbing pain, and although he did not willfully do it, his wish turned into reality via his blood manipulation skill, as blood started to explode out of Keane's body as he started to observe a constant bleed damage.
" AGH " , Keane moaned, as he spat a mouthful of saliva, not being able to handle the pain of the third whipping, as the crowd roared and cheered like madmen to hear his cries of pain.
' YES! '. Max smiled as he saw with his own eyes how Keane's back turned into a bloody mess.
' Hahahaha, the bast**** finally broke! '. Someone from the crowd rejoiced
' Hahahaha, who does he think he is? Those big muscles won't save him from the pain of the lashes '.
' Hahaha, so he broke after just two '.
Before the fourth lash, Keane's back was bent just like the vampires before him, as he dreaded the fourth incoming laceration and howled in pain when it eventually did, much to the joy of the crowd.
The medics had to rush to stop the bleeding once the whipping ended, as Keane was carried out on a stretcher with him not being able to walk out on his own two feet due to the excessive blood loss making him extremely dizzy.
" Ha Weakling ". Muttered Asiva under her breath as she smiled seeing the Kingsman being carried away on a stretcher.
" Don't get too cocky princess, you won't be able to walk for weeks after your punishment, so best to focus on yourself and not my brother " Roy Kingsman said to Asiva in a spiteful tone as he felt enraged to see his brother's pitiful state.
" I don't have a weak spine like your trash brother ". Asiva said as she bared her fangs towards Roy, who bared his fangs back towards her.
" SILENCE! ". The disciplinary officer said as he whipped Roy the hardest whip that he had administered to anyone, as a sound that completely trumped the noise of a crowd 10,000 strong was created by the whip upon impact.
" WHAPAAK "
" Ugh ". Roy winced and cursed as he visibly shrunk his muscles trying to shelter them from the pain as he slouched and tried to reduce the surface area of his back for minimal impact.
The crowd cheered, as they threw jeers and boo'ed Roy, happy to see him suffer as he did.
The second whipping was comparatively lighter, maybe the disciplinary officer felt that the first one was wayy to hard and compensated by going light on the second one, but hearing the Boo's of the crowd he made sure to make the third and fourth ones count.
Roy was hurt bad, and blood dripped non-stop from over his back but his condition was not as bad as his brother and was able to walk away from the stage with the support of the medicinal officers, but refused to go to the infirmary without witnessing the punishment of Asiva first.
The crowd was absolutely wild when it came to punishing Asiva, as while the men were forced to sit bareback while taking the whippings, Asiva was allowed only one bra to cover her woman parts.
The lewd men in the arena started making bets if the bra-strap would snap off after the first whipping, while the more misogynistic ones were waiting to see how a woman was going to handle such high levels of pain that made strong men buckle to their knees.
Everyone was waiting for Asiva to break and cry, everyone but Max whose heart beat faster and faster as he wondered what he could do to reduce her suffering even by 1%.
Right at that moment, a hand was placed over his shoulder as Max turned shocked to see Severus standing beside him.
" Quite a troublemaker, isn't she? My god-daughter? ". Severus said with a smile on his face which gave Max the creeps as to how he could smile at such a time.
" How did you get here all of a sudden ? " Max asked Severus, astonished to see how he had just dropped beside him without Max ever noticing, however, Severus just waved it off as he said.
" Forget it, right now is not the time for that, but you know, right now can be a good time for you to help Asiva, considering your basic blessed bloodline skill of blood manipulation…. It should not be too hard for you to stop Asiva from bleeding you know ". Severus whispered in Max's ears as Max's eyes widened in surprise.
He had not thought about using his skill until this moment, he knew the risks attached to using the skill, lest the world find out about it, but at this moment he did not care about it. With his only goal being to help Asiva, he decided to use it actively for the first time ever.
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