The Punishment

   Episode- 59 The Punishment   Alisa’s POV:                    I was being dragged into the room, when we were almost near the room, I tried my final escape from him, I bite his hand. I heard him growl as he grip got lose, I turned to run, but he pulled my hairs and took me to the room. I kept crying and fighting for escape…   I said as he was pulling me, “Edwin, please… let go… Edwin please.” But my words just disappear in air, not enough thick to reach his ears.  He pushed me on the bed and went to the sofa, he sat there and I noticed we weren’t the only one in this room. I was a women, she was standing near the bed and few equipments were resting on the night stand. I was continuously staring at the women, she was dressed like a tomboy her neck tattoo was visible, what is she doing here? Who is she?    I noticed Edwin was smoking now, but his evil eyes were fixed on me. I looked back at the women, she was confused and scared as I am. I asked in between my sobs, “W-wh-what is going on?” I was scared.     Edwin had a evil laugh sticking to his face, he directed his face to the women, he asked. “Have you have prepared everything?”    The women said, “Yes,,,, but Edwin she is crying.” The women was worried.      I was still sitting on the bed knowing nothing. Edwin replied, “Don’t mind, Stella, start your work.” Stella nodded.   Stella said, “Miss,,, get really, stencil is also ready.”    I was confused, scared. I asked, “What?.... what are you saying? Who are you?”   The girl looked at Edwin and then answered, “You want a tattoo, so get ready, tell me where you want it… stencil is also ready… Edwin already told me the design…. I am tattoo artist, I also did Edwin’s tattoo, I am his friend.”   My eyes went to Edwin as I whispered, “Tattoo? Me?.... no.”      Stella asked Edwin with anger, “She is unaware of this?...”    Edwin blows smoke and he removed his shirt, he said with a smirk, “the design is exactly same to my rose tattoo but with my name on it…. so it will have  exact position,  below her left br*** on her waist.”   He looked at me with a smirk and said, “Little dove, strip. Let Stella do her work…. So you will remember who you belong to.” I shake my head in a ‘no’. I covered my body with my hands.    Edwin was angry on my rejection to follow his order. He walked to me and pinned my body to the bed. He tied my hands with  chains, I just kept struggling with no results. Stella was in complete shock but she kept yelling, “Edwin,,, stop this… Edwin.”    I was crying continuously and asking him to stop. But he was heartless to hear my cries. Edwin ordered, “Stella do it.”    Stella replied, “She is not willing… I am not going to this.” Edwin had smirk on his face. He said, “Stella, you know, I am not asking…. I am ordering. Do you what happens to the people who disrespect me.” Stella’s face was frozen, Stella nodded. Edwin walked back to his seat and stared smoking as he was looking at me as I was crying mess… but his eyes didn’t have any emotions.   I asked her as I cried, “Please… stop. I don’t want this.”  Stella looked at me, I saw tears in her eyes, maybe out of pity on me. Stella stopped as she was about to start.   I heard Edwin, “What are you waiting for?”    Stella replied, “her Clothes”    Edwin simply replied, “Cut it and throw it away.” I was frozen and wanted to die at this moment.     Stella started cutting my dress, I closed my eyes as I was feeling humiliated and insulted, I was not crying because I have no tears they all dried up, I just stayed silent. I heard Stella saying, “I am sorry… really sorry.” I know she is just like me forced to do something… I decided I will not cry anymore, I will not plead to him,,, because he is not a human to have a heart… and I don’t want Stella to get in problem. I will bury myself in this humiliation.    Soon, I felt the needle piercing my body, I grasped in pain tears were rolling down. My upper body was only covered by my undergarment and the rest of the dress was still on my lower body. Now, Edwin was sitting on the bed near me observing the work, he was still smoking, he had a smirk as our eyes met. He was loving the feeling of me being in pain.   I whispered, “I hate you.” he bent down to kiss me, after a small kiss he said, “But you will still have my name on your body till you die…….. this is fun, little dove.”