Analisa had been through things she never thought she’d ever go through. But since last night, she’d already been dragged through dozens of humiliations. Now she was lying across the lap of a man much younger than her, her red butt and burning from the nonstop spanking. Tears streaked her face as she bit into the sheets, fists clenching them tight. The smacks had blurred into one long ache—she barely felt the hits anymore, just the fire that refused to fade.

The orgasm she’d been waiting for never came. She’d taken every painful, half-pleasurable strike, only to be left hanging, body twitching with frustration.

"Your cunt stinks up the whole room," Cassian muttered, rubbing her raw ass. Her panties were wedged between her cheeks, soaked and sticking to her folds. He spread her wide, the wet fabric pulling against her pubes, her slit glistening. The smell hit him sharp, and his mouth watered.

"You’re dripping from getting your ass beat? Pathetic. Some masochist slut, huh? You don’t even deserve this as punishment—it’s a fucking treat for you."

He said it, and Analisa’s fake angry act cracked for a moment—she hadn’t expected him to notice. But with her ass sticking out like that on purpose, Cassian would’ve had to be blind not to. He grabbed a handful, squeezing hard. The flesh gave under his palm, soft like her tits, only hotter from the spanking, the heat pulsing against his hand.

"No, I don’t..." she blurted, face flushed.

"Really? You don’t?" Cassian snorted, squeezing both her ass cheeks hard. "Then why the fuck are you sticking it out and taking it?"

"It’s because..." she hesitated, choking on the words. Anything was better than admitting she liked it. "...’Cause I deserve it."

That actually made Cassian pause. "What?"

"I’m taking the punishment because I deserve it..." she spat, face burning red. Then, almost growling, she snapped, "Not because I like it!"

Cassian gave her ass another squeeze, fingers digging into the burning flesh. "So you know you deserved it... but you think that’s all? After the shit you pulled on me?" His tone was mocking, low, like he was scolding a brat.

He shoved her off his lap, letting her drop onto the bed face-first. Her red ass stuck up, panties riding higher from the rough movement. Cassian stood over her, smirking. "This ain’t enough. You think a few spanks pay for the torture you put me through? Hell no. I’m coming back tomorrow to finish your punishment."

Her head whipped up, eyes wide, voice breaking into something dangerously close to begging. "T-Tomorrow? No—" She clenched the sheets tighter, tears streaking her cheeks. "Punish me tonight for tomorrow too. I can take it. I’ll take whatever you dish out, just... don’t stop here..."

Cassian chuckled, flexing his hand like it really was sore. "My hands are fucking killing me already. You want more? Wait till tomorrow."

Her face twisted with fury and shame all at once, the words bursting out like a command she barely controlled. "Come back this instant!"

But he only turned to the door, grin stretching ear to ear. "Nah. You can stew in it. Makes it sweeter when I come back." And then he left, shutting the door behind him.

The silence crushed her. Analisa bit down on the sheets again, body trembling—not from pain, but from the orgasm that refused to come. Slowly, she glanced back over her shoulder. Her butt was glowing red, welted with his handprints, her lace panties soaked through, clinging to her swollen folds.

Her lips trembled before the curse slipped out, half a sob. "Fucking bastard..."

For now, though, the night was still young—not even past midnight. Already tossed out by Brigid and now barred from Analisa’s room, Cassian wandered around the mansion until his eyes landed on the training grounds. A cluster of cultists was still hard at it, sparring under the torchlight. Among them, Oliver stood at the center, barking instructions.

Spotting Cassian, the older man’s face lit up. "Ah, you came, young man..." He dismissed the trainees with a wave, watching them scatter before turning back. His voice carried a hint of excitement. "Did Lady Brigid tell you about the offer?"

Cassian glanced around the training grounds. Most of the fighters were nothing special—first or second circle at best, some not even awakened, just plain humans swinging wooden swords. Oliver was the only one here with any real weight to him, a third-circle warrior.

Cassian gave a short nod. "She mentioned it, but didn’t explain much."

Oliver’s bald head gleamed under the torchlight as he stepped closer. "At least she told you about the Chaos Sword, right?"

Cassian nodded again.

"Well," Oliver said, his tone swelling with pride, "it’s one of the strongest sword styles we have. Like its name says—chaos. Even a beginner who grasps the basics can turn a battlefield upside down. It was created by one of the slaves of our great Lord Silias, after witnessing the lord’s magic. That was eons ago, and since then, many masters have refined it, shaping countless versions. But what I offer to teach you..." His grin widened. "...is the near untouched, unchanged, most near the original version. Passed down to slaves of the cult like us."

"What happened to the original version?" Cassian asked, curiosity pricking at him.

"Lost," Oliver said, pride swelling in his chest. "I don’t know the exact details. The version I learned is said to come from the first disciple of the grand slave of Lord Silias." He leaned forward slightly, eyes gleaming. "So... you want to learn it?"

Brigid had told him to refuse, but deep down... he couldn’t hide it. Cassian nodded. "I want to."

"That’s good," Oliver said, practically buzzing with excitement. "But first, a few oaths. Let’s get them done." Before Cassian could speak, Oliver leaned in, voice serious and firm. "Do you swear on your warrior circle to never teach this sword style to an outsider—anyone who isn’t a slave of the cult?" His gaze locked on Cassian, unblinking, the weight of the question pressing down on him.

Cassian paused for a moment, thinking it over. It didn’t seem like a big deal—he had no intention of teaching it to anyone. "I do," he said finally.

Oliver’s excited smile returned immediately. "Then let’s get started."

Cassian blinked, a little surprised. He’d expected a few more oaths, but even this one was enough. He nodded, feeling a spark of excitement himself.