Deathwatch's

"I can't let him win and I will not let him win." I repeated mantra in my mind while the second lash landed on my bare skin. The wounds on my back, the one I sustained in the morning was not even planning to heal. I had developed a high tolerance to pain since I knew Lustrow would resume to his real self. As he lashed me, he slapped me, reminiscing all I said to him in the field. He was looking at me very furiously.

"How dare you!" He gripped my neck and raised me up with my legs dangling in the air. I was choking as I began to lose air in my lungs. It was very difficult for me to breathe now, I coughed and coughed. The veins on my neck and forehead popped out and my face turned red. I was in extreme pain but Lustrow didn't care, he held up my neck that I felt my lungs expanding to breaking extent.

Tears flowed freely down my eyes but I could not do a thing. I grasped his wrist hard, trying to free myself from his grip but to no avail. He was staring at me ferocious