My eyelids were heavy and I felt exhausted, hanging from the ceiling, my arms chained to the ceiling and my legs chained to the ground, I was basically a floating, human X. The door opened slowly. I saw both Hannah and Acil enter, closing the door behind them.

"Well hello there Ethan, how have you been?" Acil asked, having such a fake happy tone that it almost hurt my ears.

I heard a click and a moment later the room was lit up by the far too bright lamp that hung from the ceiling. The light blinded me for a few seconds and it took me a few more to get used to the sudden increase in brightness. The room was padded with this dark purple material and a single chair stood in one corner, near a table on which I could see multiple leather whips, a metal rod, a taser, multiple glasses of what looked like urine and a jug filled with some clear liquid, what scared me about the jug was the steam rising towards the ceiling.

Acil was wearing his usual clothes but Hannah was dressed in a latex bodysuit, latex stockings, latex heels and long latex gloves that went past her elbows. I swallowed, already knowing what was about to happen. Something that I had only heard about before. Hannah had often said she was interested in... punishing someone. And now I was the lucky one that got to be first.

"You seem to have some idea of what's going to happen to you, good, good. Then you also know why this is a special punishment. So do yourself a favour and don't fuck it up," Acil said, his head tilted back so it looked a little more demeaning than it already was, hanging in front of two mostly clothed people, only wearing underwear.

I nodded.

"Good," he said with a smile.

Acil sat down on the chair and waved at Hannah. She giggled and walked over to the table, grabbing one of the whips, then walked to me, swaying her hips a lot, presumably to give Acil a show. She then whipped the air just centimetres away from my face. She smiled at me, saying nothing and I could see her walk behind me. I turned my head, wanting to see what she was going to do, hoping it would hurt less if I saw but she grabbed my head with her free hand and forcefully turned my head back in the position it was in before. It hurt as the latex rubbed across my head. I gasped from the sensation.

Then I heard the whip whistled through the air followed by a stinging pain shortly after. I gasped again, trying not to cry out loud. My toes curled and I could feel my neck tensing up a little. I was already panting by the time I heard the second swing whistle through the air. If there was anything I could say about this thing was that Hannah is a natural at torture or punishment or whatever she wanted to call it. Her technique was basically to hit the same spot over and over, again and again, to induce as much pain as possible.

Fortunately, no, unfortunately for me she got bored of whipping my back, so she deiced to let the whip slide over my maimed shoulder. My eyes widened in pain, my legs tensed up, my toes and fingers curled and I had to try real hard to hold back a scream. My eyes felt like they would bulge out and just fall to the ground. Then I heard something whistle through the air and felt a pain that I couldn't have described if my life depended on it.

A scream escaped my lips immediately and tears began rolling down my face, I couldn't breathe and my entire body tensed up, my cheeks were twitching and it felt like I went unconscious for a second.

"Oh my, that seemed to have done the trick," Hannah said, her voice sounding satisfied.

With tears still in my eyes and trouble breathing I watched as she walked towards the table, this time not swaying her hips at all but I could see how she pointed her upper body outwards now that Acil could see it. I just took deep breaths, trying to somehow calm down since I was feeling like I was about o begin hyperventilating or something. Hannah took the jug filled with hot liquid, presumably water and came back.

"Now, where should I put this?" she asked with a wicked smile on her face.

I swallowed as she held it over my left shoulder and closed my eyes, waiting for the pain to come and I didn't have to wait long. I felt extremely hot water drop down onto my shoulder, gathering there like in a small bowl, overflowing and dripping down my arm and chest, burning me. I cried out in pain yet again, gasping for air as my eyes widened and I nearly fell unconscious again. Then I felt her balance the still slightly hot jug on my head.

"Don't you dare let this fall down, if you do that I'm going to get a larger one with even hotter water inside... oh, and talking about hot liquids... guess what you'll be getting next," she said, making a cutesy face at me.

I was already dreading all of it and just tried to keep my head as still as possible, which was hard since I was basically hanging freely, one wrong movement and the jug would fall to the ground. Hannah appeared in front of me with a glass of urine in one hand. With her free hand, she slightly tilted my head upwards by pressing against my chin from beneath.

"Open up!" she commanded.

I swallowed and did as she said. I opened my mouth.

"Good," she said as she put the glass against my lips and slowly tilted it, letting the yellowish, stinky and disgusting liquid in my mouth.

Tears began forming at the bottom of my eyes and ran down my cheeks as the need to throw up grew. Once I had finished the glass she made me swallow and left, returning shortly after with another one. She did that until all the glasses were empty and I was about to puke from any sensation.