Flashback

Author’s Note:Would you look at that. Almost a whole year since I actually updated this story. I had been planning to rewrite it, but let’s face it, I’m lazy and don’t exactly have the patience to sit down and rewrite 7 chapters. No thanks. I know it still seems a little out of no-where, with some stuff, and like I haven’t really done much planning for it, and to be honest I haven’t. I was planning to just forget about this story completely, kinda like I have already for Regrets—I’m sure I won’t be touching that again, unless I actually do rewrite that one. But I’m just going to keep writing this story, see where it goes, mainly an experiment to see if I actually write a whole story and complete it. If it succeeds, I’ll try writing more stories, not just one-shots. Thanks again for the reviews I have received for this story, and if anyone’s still reading it after this, thanks for that as well. ^^

Publish Date: September 19, 2010

Warnings: Torture via whipping.

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Roxas didn’t like how they just continued to stare at him like that, as though what he spoke of was lies. But he knew what he saw. He narrowed his eyes, not sure how he even had the courage to do such a thing after being forced to watch his brothers’ deaths. He felt hot tears burn his eyes, and swallowed, a huge lump growing in his throat. He would never see Sora or Cloud, or even Squall ever again.

“It appears I still haven’t broken you yet,” Sephiroth walked over and took a fistful of Roxas’s hair. “No matter though. I’m sure we can think of plenty things to get you to obey us.”

“You already killed my brothers—“

“No. That was clearly part of the dream you were having.”

Wait…

“Then…they’re not dead?” Roxas hated how his voice cracked, making him feel even more vulnerable than he already was. Sephiroth shook his head, still watching him with those unnatural blue-green eyes. Relief filled him to his very core and the tears he worked so hard to hold back spilled over, rolling down his cheeks.

“But I will not hesitate to kill them if you continue to be defiant.”

“I…I’ll be good.” He whispered, closing his eyes again and sucking in a deep breath. He would do whatever it took to keep his horrible nightmare from becoming reality.

“As I would expect, but do not think you’re getting away with this so easily.” Upon seeing the confused, frightened look in Roxas’s eyes, Sephiroth explained.

“You deliberately went against the orders given. Xemnas is a guest while he is here, and he will be treated as such. That act of defiance you showed could have cost him his life. You will be punished.”

Roxas’s heart sank. He should have expected that. After all, a quick glance at the other silver haired man, sitting at the edge of his bed showed that, despite his efforts to hide it, he was still in quite a bit of pain.

All Roxas could do was nod. He didn’t trust his voice, he didn’t want to agree, but he was in no place to say no. His brothers’ lives were at stake…and he was still cuffed to the bed.

Much to his surprise, however, Sephiroth was suddenly leaning over him, unlocking the heavy cuffs. Roxas automatically lowered his arms and rubbed his wrists gently. They were chaffed raw from all his attempts to get away.

“On your stomach,” Sephiroth ordered coldly, and Roxas had no choice but to obey. He was a little confused with what Sephiroth had planned, his jeans having remained untouched, so that meant rape was out. And since he was facing away from both men, not to mention the positioning would be rather awkward, he was sure he wasn’t giving them anymore blowjobs either.

Which made him wonder, just what the man had planned for his punishment.

“W-what are you gonna do…?”

Sephiroth re-cuffed Roxas’s wrists. Now he was in a very uncomfortable position, forced half-kneel so the cuffs didn’t dig into his wrists as much.

“I’m going to teach you a lesson you’ll not soon forget.”

Roxas heard movement behind him, and tried to look over his shoulder. He caught a glimpse of Sephiroth picking something up from the dresser, but his neck protested against the strain he was putting it through. He heard the footsteps getting closer, stopping at the side of the bed.

He turned his head again, wanting to see what it was Sephiroth was holding, and his gaze fell on the item, his heart nearly stopped.

Now he understood why he had been re-cuffed in this position. That was a whip. Sephiroth was going to whip him.

“No…” He whispered, looking away, closing his eyes tightly. He was absolutely terrified of the thought of being whipped. He watched enough of those documentaries and movies on how prisoners were treated in the medieval times, and the punishments by whipping looked like they didn’t exactly tickle.

He couldn’t handle a lot of pain.

“You have no say in this,” Sephiroth gave the whip an experimental crack against the air.

Roxas winced and swallowed hard. Maybe he could still get out of this, try and change the man’s mind.

“Please don’t do this…I…I promise I’ll be good, I’ll do whatever you want me to. I’ll—“

“Your attempts to change my mind only serve to further test my patience. You caused Xemnas pain, such actions only deserve to be reciprocated.” Sephiroth turned to the man sitting at the bottom of the bed, “how many lashes?”

“Fifty,” Xemnas answered, without even thinking about it. “He deserves more, but we shall see how he acts after this.”

Roxas’s eyes widened. Fifty?! No, no way! His body would never be able endure fifty lashes, that was way too many. He’d die!

“Fifty then.” Sephiroth agreed, smirking at the way Roxas suddenly tensed up. “Relax, it won’t hurt as much then.”

“Please,” Roxas started weakly, feeling sick. “Please don’t do this. Please…” Fresh tears ran down his cheeks, and Sephiroth wiped one away with his thumb.

“Fifty lashes. That is your punishment.” He said no more as he straightened, and readied the whip, bringing his arm back and cracking the whip down hard along the middle of Roxas’s back.

Roxas’s mouth fell open in a soundless scream. The pain was horrible fiery one that started at the base of his neck and traveled all way down his back, engulfing him in its hellish inferno.

“One.”

He closed his eyes tightly, bracing himself for the second crack, which was just as painful as the first. This time he screamed, back arching, hands balling into fists.

“Two.”

“St-top!”

“Three.”

Roxas screamed again, digging his finger nails into his palms, every fiber of his body was on fire. He could feel the blood slowly trickling down his back, mingling with more from the other two lashes.

“Four.”

He was sobbing now as he received the fourth lash, his breath coming out sharp and ragged. Hell, it even hurt to breathe the pain was so bad.

“I’m sorry!”

“Five.”

“I’ve le-learned m-my lesson!”

“Six.”

“I wo-won’t do it ag-gain!”

“Seven.”

“I pr-promise!”

“Eight.”

“Pl-please just st-stoop!”

“I will stop when I feel you have learned your lesson. Nine!”

Roxas screamed again, that one had much more force than the others. If it wasn’t for the cuffs holding him up, he would have collapsed fully by now. His knees had completely given out on him.

“Ten.”

Ten. Another forty lashes to go. Roxas knew he would never last that long, his body was already starting to numb itself from the pain, blackness creeping around the edges of his vision. He was slipping in and out of consciousness now, barely registering the voice continuing to count as he was whipped. He heard one last number, fifteen, before the creeping darkness embraced him completely and he knew no more.

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Author’s Note: Sorry it was short, but it’s totally better than nothing considering how long I haven’t touched this story. I’m definitely going to keep working on it as much as I can from now on though.