Chapter#63

Chapter#63
Rhea’s POV
Before I could even think, Leandro stormed into the room. “Leave me alone with this Silverthorn whelp.” He commanded.
I, along with the other knights, walked outside the room, but then his voice stopped me cold. “Lady Rhea,” He growled as he took his seat. “Close the door and join the interrogation.”
I knew this was going to be rough… I obeyed. 
As soon as I closed the door, I walked up to the Silverthorn boy and started to chain him. 
“Alpha, please…” he cried. “I know nothing. I came to Ironfang to get work.” He kept pleading and crying, but it was like they never met Leandro’s ears.
“Make him talk, Rhea.” Leandro smoothly purred as soon as I finished chaining him. “Do whatever you must to please me.”
Chains bit into his wrists and ankles, holding him spread-eagled. His shrimp dick hung limp between his legs, which was a pathetic sight in the flickering torchlight. 
Leandro leaned back in his chair as his eyes already glazed with that sadistic hunger. As I approached with a dagger in my hand, I heard the subtle rustle of fabric, and I instantly knew it was Leandro's hand slipping into his pants, freeing his thick cock. 
He began stroking himself slowly as he watched the boy's fear. Suffering and pain always excited him. Seeing others writhe in agony was his ultimate pleasure, and I was his tool to deliver it.
But I loved doing things that excited him, even when I felt miserable doing them. 
“Please,” the boy whimpered in a voice cracking like brittle glass. Tears were already streaming down his dirt-streaked face. “I-I know nothing. Please, don't hurt me. I'll do anything, just... mercy!”
I glanced at Leandro, seeking his approval. His hand moved faster on his shaft, and the wet sounds of his masturbation echoed softly in the chamber. 
“Slash him, Rhea,” he commanded, “Start with his chest. Make it deep enough to draw blood, but not too deep. I want him to feel every inch of the blade's kiss. I want to hear how he screams and begs me for mercy.”
My hand trembled slightly as I raised the dagger. I pressed the tip against the boy's smooth chest, right over his racing heart. He sucked in a breath as his body jerked against the chains. “No, no, please… gods, no!” he begged. His eyes were pleading, and snot was dripping from his nose.
But I was deaf to his pleas as well. I’d done this many times to feel any emotion or have pity.
I slashed down, and the blade sliced through his skin and muscle in a clean, deliberate line from collarbone to navel. Blood welled instantly like a crimson river spilling over his pale flesh, dripping down to his groin. 
His scream ripped through the air, raw and animalistic, and his body convulsed as pain exploded through him. “Aaaah! Fuck, it burns! Stop, please stop!”
Leandro groaned behind me. His fist pumped harder on his cock. I slightly glanced behind and saw pre-cum glistening at the tip. The sight alone made my valley damp.
“Again, Rhea. Deeper this time.” Leandro groaned. “Crisscross it. I love the way the blood sprays. It's like art on his worthless skin.”
The boy's chest heaved as blood bubbled from the wound. His whimpers turned to sobs. “I swear, I don't know where she is! Trust me. Everyone presumes her dead. Please, have pity!”
I struck again. The dagger carved a diagonal slash across the first, and blood sprayed in fine droplets that spattered my face and clothes. The boy jerked violently, chains rattling, his scream even louder, echoing off the walls like a dying animal's wail. 
Flesh parted under the blade, exposing raw muscle, as blood pooled on the filthy floor beneath him. His body shuddered. Sweat mixed with the red rivulets, and the useless thing between his legs twitched involuntarily from the shock.
“That’s my good girl,” Leandro purred against my neck as his hand grabbed my neck and the other continued its rhythmic strokes. I hadn’t even realised when he got up from the chair and came near me. 
He pressed against me, grabbing me from my throat, and I felt his beast rock-hard on my ass. “Now, bind him tighter.” He growled in my ear. “Wrap the chains around his torso and let the iron dig into those fresh cuts. Make him feel the burn of iron on open wounds.”
Like always, I obeyed.
The boy gasped as blood trickled from his mouth where he'd bitten his tongue. “No more... I can't... it hurts so much,” he rasped. 
But I didn’t listen. I only knew one thing to do: make Leandro happy and do anything he asks me to do.
I uncoiled extra chains from the wall and wrapped them around his slim waist, pulling tight so the cold links pressed into the slashes on his chest. He howled as the iron ground against raw flesh. Fresh blood oozed out, and the chains turned slick and red. His body arched in pain as he let out piercing screams.
Leandro's breath quickened. His hand moved faster on his cock. “Beautiful.” He lustfully groaned. “Now use the whip, Rhea. The one with the spikes. Lash his back and turn it into ribbons. I want to see bones if you can manage it. His screams... they make me so fucking hard. Do as I say and I’ll let out so much cream for you, Lady Rhea.”
He knew my weak spots.
He handed me the whip. Its leather strands tipped with razor-sharp metal spikes that gleamed menacingly. The boy saw it and thrashed weakly. “Not the whip! Gods, no! I'll die! Please, mercy. I'll tell you everything you need to know!”
“Too late for pleas,” Leandro snarled. “Whip him, Rhea. Ten lashes to start. Make each one count, and aim for the spine.”
Without a word, I positioned myself behind the boy. The whip cracked through the air as I tested it. His back was smooth like butter. I brought it down hard, and the spikes tore into his skin with a sickening rip. 
Blood flew, splattering the walls like abstract paint. His scream was guttural. His body slammed against the chains, and flesh hung in tatters. “Aaargh! Stop!! I beg you!”
Again and again, I lashed him… five, six, seven times? I couldn’t even remember. His screams mixed with Leandro’s moans, which made me keep going, and I kept whipping that little boy like a goddamn beast.
His back became a mangled mess. Blood flowed in thick rivulets down his legs, pooling between his feet. He shuddered violently. His cries weakened to hoarse whimpers. “Please... no more... I can't breathe... it hurts everywhere. Have mercy, Alpha.”
Leandro was moaning now, and his moans were loud. His hand was a blur on his cock, and his eyes were locked on the boy's ruined form. “Don't fucking stop, Rhea. Look at him bleed. Look how beautiful he looks. Now, rake his arms and his thighs. Draw more blood for me. Fucking do it. Do it with your claws.”
The boy's head lolled as blood dripped from everywhere.
“Alpha,” My voice was low and weak. “I-I don’t have claws anymore. I’m without a wolf.”
“Ah, fuck!” Leandro snapped. “Don’t ruin this for me. I’m having a wonderful time watching you do things to him. You’ve never looked prettier. Be creative and please me.”
“Please…” The boy could hardly speak. “Kill me now.”
Leandro’s cock throbbed in his hand, leaking steadily as he stroked. “You don’t get to die easy. No Silverthorn wolf gets to die easy.” He roughly growled. “Rhea, strip for him. Show this whelp what he'll never have. Tease him, seduce him while he bleeds out. Make him hard, make him touch you. I want to see his pathetic desire mix with his agony.”
“I would love to put on that show for you.” I seductively purred.
I peeled off my blood-soaked clothes slowly, in front of the boy's dazed eyes. My shirt first, revealing my full breasts, nipples hardening in the cold air. Then my pants, sliding them down to expose my shaved pussy, already wet from the dark thrill of it all. 
The boy stared, his pathetic little cock twitched despite the blood loss.
“Touch her,” Leandro ordered the boy. His voice was a husky command as he pumped his cock faster. “Reach out with those bloody hands. Feel what a real woman is like before you die.”
The boy's chained arms strained. His fingers, slick with his own blood, brushed my thigh, then higher, grazing my pussy lips. He was weak, near death, blood pouring from his wounds, but his touch was tentative, almost reverent. 
“Have… mercy,” he weakly murmured.
“Seduce him, Rhea,” Leandro growled. “Grind on his fingers. Make him finger you while he bleeds. Then stroke his filthy little cock. I want to see that little shit cum in his final moments.”
I stepped closer, pressing my body against his mangled one. His blood smeared my skin. I guided his trembling fingers inside me, moaning softly as they slid into my wetness. 
“Feel that? That's what a woman feels like,” I whispered seductively as I ground on his hand. His cock hardened against my thigh, despite the pain, and pre-cum mixed with blood.
He gasped as his body convulsed weakly. “It... hurts... but... gods...”
I wrapped my fingers around his puny dick because my hand was too big for it, stroking slow, while blood lubricated the motion. 
“Cum for me, boy.” I breathlessly gasped against his lips. With one hand, I made his fingers move rapidly inside me, and with the other, I stroked him faster now. His hips bucked feebly, and his screams turned to moans as I pumped faster. He was on the edge.
Leandro watched, stroking furiously. “Yes... make him explode.” He groaned weakly. He was on the edge as well. “Show me what you can make that little dick do!”
“Ah, fuck!” I moaned against the boy's mouth, biting his lips roughly. I could taste the blood dripping from them. “Let it out, and I’ll ask the Alpha to spare your life.”
The boy came with a strangled cry. His cum shot weakly onto my belly, mixing with the blood. His eyes rolled back, and his body slumped.
Leandro growled loudly in ecstasy as his release came out. It was a load of cream that sprayed the table. I rushed on top of the table and licked every drop of his cream. 
“Ah, Rhea.” He breathlessly moaned. “You never disappoint.” His gaze then landed on the boy. “I’ll have mercy. I won’t let you die. That’s the best I can do for you, boy. But I’ll make you suffer every second of it till I find Selene.”