Final proof

I had done everything I could to meet the deadline, but it was impossible. I arrived 5 minutes late. Tarlon looked at Cinda.

• You tolerate this failure to follow clear instructions.

A furious Cinda looked at him and then at me. I knew she was furious with him, but she couldn't blow her cover. Tarlon wanted to test her sincerity one last time.

• So what does she deserve? For this failure.

Tarlon's eyes flashed with anger as he stared at Tisha with a mixture of disgust and triumph. Cinda, though enraged by her helplessness, maintained her mask of neutrality, knowing that any deviation could compromise her mission. Tarlon, stepping closer to Tisha, spat in her face: "You're pathetic, even in your failures." He grabbed her arm, twisting it roughly, and dragged her toward the door. "Come on, let's see what your mistress thinks of your incompetence." Tisha, her legs trembling, let herself be dragged, each step echoing in her mind like a hammer blow.

He handed Cinda an electrowhip then ordered Tisha:

èStand head on, spread your legs. I think 10 strokes are appropriate for this offense, right? He said to Cinda, who grimly replied:

• 12 minimum, I think. She slammed the electrowhip to the ground.

Tisha's eyes, heavy with unshed tears, briefly looked up at Cinda, hoping to find comfort, a spark of compassion. But behind her mistress's impassive mask, she saw only emptiness, an indifference that chilled her more than Tarlon's cruel words. The bite of the electrowhip on her bare skin was a violent shock, making her jump in spite of herself. Each blow was a jolt of pain that rippled through her body, leaving bright red marks on her lower back. She gritted her teeth to stifle her screams, but the tears inevitably flowed, silent and bitter.

Tarlon was visibly counting the climax, looking at Cinda with admiration. Tisha's only comfort was knowing that from now on, he would be Cinda's unwilling plaything, as he trusted her completely. But the tenth blow made her stagger, and she fell to the ground. Cinda couldn't falter. Showing mercy, so as not to ruin everything, she continued.

Tarlon, satisfied with Tisha's submission, decided to push the limits of her humiliation further. He **** her to prostrate herself before him, licking his boots while insulting her with unparalleled cruelty. Each word was a blade piercing her already wounded soul. Cinda, though inwardly devastated by what she was **** to witness, maintained her mask of neutrality, knowing that any deviation could ruin her mission. Everything went black, she lost consciousness, and it wasn't until the next day that she woke up in a bacta tank.