I'm not sure what made me come up with this, the name, or what will happen next, but I like it and I just had to type it up :p I hope you all enjoy :p
The noise of a whip crack sounded off, the end of the torturous weapon's tip biting into the skin on my back once more, and yet another trail of blood joined the ever growing pool on the concrete floor.
"Tell us you spoilt brat!" yelled my torturer. His voice was deep and husky, but he was beginning to tire. "We can do this all day if you want." he continued as he put the whip in his left hand, his right too tired to continue.
I spat on the ground in retaliation. I was used to this kind of torture. I had been trained not to submit to this when I first joined, something I first thought over the top, but now I was thankful. There was no way in hell I was going to give up their position. This was everything we had been fighting for, coming down to one moment soon to come, and I would not be the one to ruin it.
Another whip crack sounded off, and I was forced to bite my lip, I would not give him the satisfaction of knowing what pain I was in.