The Than Capital
#Levia's Personal Dungeon.
#Levia's POV
Looking unwaveringly at the whip in my hands, I drive a finger along the spiked edge, feeling the bump against my finger as blood stains every pointy edge. The scent of exposed blood bit the brim of my nostrils, causing a sly sense of satisfaction.
"I am sorry." A shaky mutter caught my ear. Totally ignoring the whimper, I ran my finger delicately along the edge again, savoring the sting as it crossed open wounds.
"My l—"
"Shush." My voice resounded in the nearly empty dungeon. A room where every bit of immorality comes to dwell, "I told you to keep quiet." Pulling the whip up, I snapped it in the air. The whooping sound was overshadowed by the clanking sound of metal running against each other.
