When they arrive at Hunter’s house he doesn’t wait for Blaine, simply opening the trunk and walking away. Blaine is left to scramble out on his own, grateful no one is watching his undignified exit. Once out, he shuts the trunk door before heading in the direction Hunter went, through the same side door as yesterday.

Entering the house he hears a lot of shouting from Hunter, as well as a few quiet feminine whimpers. He quietly heads in the direction of the noise, unsure if he should be there or make himself scarce. When he reaches the doorway between the kitchen and foyer he comes to a stop, sinking down to his knees in an attempt to become as inconspicuous as possible.

Sophia is kneeling with her head on the floor, held down by Hunter’s boot clad foot. Blaine can see the amount of pressure being pushed on her tiny body, struggling not to collapse off her knees under the force. He feels incredibly sorry for the girl; all she did was not hear Hunter’s alarm this morning.

“Come on you worthless shit, it’s playroom time for you,” he demands, grabbing the girls hair. Blaine hears the girl whimper, but is unsure if it is due to the name calling, the hair grabbing, or the announcement of their destination.

Blaine is unsure whether he should go as well but decides he would rather not see whatever is about to happen, so resolves to stay where he is and make himself more comfortable once out of view. Hunter however apparently has other ideas.

“You too pet, follow me.” Reluctantly, he goes. Blaine has no idea where the playroom is, Sophia having not mentioned anything about another room.

They head through the living room, then to a second room at the back of the house, which turns out to be the dinning room he was yet to see. Blaine notices a second open door to the far left of him, along the same wall as the door they came through, leading into the kitchen. This puts the room behind the stairs.

Hunter heads to the middle of said wall, opening a decorative small wooden door in the middle, roughly to the back of the stairs in the foyer. He pushes Sophia in first, where she disappears downwards. When Blaine can see inside, he recognises it as a cellar, complete with the trade mark wonky plank-like steps. However, as soon as he starts down the stairs and can see the rest of the room, he decides dungeon is more appropriate. Akinky as hell 50 shades of grey torture dungeon.

The walls are completely red, the carpet a complimentary shade of black. Directly in the center of the room is a freestanding double bed, complete with a four post wooden frame. Along the back of the room are various wooden structures, made for attaching someone to. Littered around the edges, hanging off hooks are whips, chains, and straps of leather for all things imaginable. Blaine decides then and there that he never wants to be the centre of attention in this room. Stopping once he reaches the bottom, not daring to venture further into the poorly lit dungeon.

Hunter heads to a door at the side of the room, under the stairs they just travelled down.

“Come and help me pet,” Hunter calls out before going through the door. Not wanting to get on the wrong side of his Master while in a place like this, he quickly goes to join him.

Blaine is surprised by the size of this room, almost as large as the red dungeon. However instead of looking like the sophisticated - albeit scary - red room, this one likes a junk room-slash-storage space for equipment only before seen in porn.

“Ah ha!” Hunter calls from somewhere among the clutter. Suddenly there is a lot of noise, items being pushed carelessly out the way and onto the floor. “Come here and help me carry this, it’s heavy.” Hunter watches as Blaine carefully picks his way through the clutter, curious as to why there is so much. Hunter seems to pick up on Blaine’s unasked question, answering it for him. “The OSO also designs their own range of BDSM toys. Senior employees are sometimes allowed to test new models and prototypes they have, and sometimes are allowed to keep them, whether the design is used or not. One of the perks of running the sub house is that I’m considered a senior employee, and am often allowed first refusal on some of the rejects. The ones I like I keep. My favorites are kept out, but the rest are thrown in here.” Stunned that Hunter even explained, Blaine remains silent, overwhelmed by the new information.

He grabs one end of the heavy frame and walks backwards out the room, Hunter holding the other side. Once into the slightly better lit dungeon room he lets Hunter walk backwards, leading Blaine to where the item is to be deposited.

Now that he can see a lot better, he looks at the item. It is some form of bench with two levels; a larger padded flat top, and two smaller padded outcrops approximately half way up, a couple of straps hanging from the edges of the device. Hearing a small whimper breaks him out of his curiosity, watching Sophia by the bed, fearfully looking over to the far wall. Blaine follows her line of sight to see Hunter picking up a bullwhip from a shelf. Hunter flicks it’s length out, and the snapping sound it makes is enough to send a shiver of fear down Blaine’s spin.

“Knees pet,” He growls at Blaine, who drops down instantly in fear. He knows – well, thinks he knows – the punishment is not for him, and that the whip won’t be directed to his back, but that doesn’t mean he wants to push Hunter to change his mind and decide Blaine needs a beating as well.  

“Sophia!” Hunter shouts. “I didn’t think you would need telling. Bench, now.” Sophia rushes to comply, obviously regretting having not done it in the first place. As Hunter goes to strap her onto the bench, securing her upper body on the flat top and each leg on the corresponding lower level branches. Sophia starts to beg.

“Please Master, please. I’ve always been a good girl for you. This was one little mistake,” she sobs. “Please Master, not the bull whip. I can do better. I’m your good girl.”

“Enough,” Hunter orders calmly, although clearly becoming aggravated by the girl’s pleas.

“Ple... please Master. I wont do it again,” she begs, legs fighting against the restraints.

“I said enough!” He shouts, enforcing his words with a strike across her exposed rear. “Tell me why we are here?”

“Because... because I... I wasn’t there to... to wake you up,” she responds between sobs. Hunter doesn’t reply, instead walking over to a cabinet and pulling out a gag. “Please Master, please. I wi... will be qui... quiet. I wont s... scream. I don’t need the gag. I wan... want to be able to tha... thank you fo... for each stroke.”

“Quiet?” Hunter asks rhetorically. “Quiet in the same way you have been so far? Following orders like you have? That doesn’t really support your argument now does it?” Sophia admits defeat, her head dropping like a dead weight. Hunter forcefully shoves the gag in place. “You were so good when I got you! Do you want to know what I think of you now?” He stands behind her, preparing to land the first – second – strike. “You are slut just like the rest.” Hit. “I was wrong about you; you are nothing special.” Hit. “And guess what? I’ve discovered someone even more special than you; better than you even at your prime.” Hit. “And as soon as pet has finished his training, you can be sure you are going back.” Hit, “Or do you want to go back now?” Hit. “You’ve done nothing but act up and disobey these last few months.” Every sentence is driven home with another whip lash, spread all the way along her body from just below her brand to the bottom of her calf.

It all becomes too much for Blaine; the words sounding almost as painful as the hits themselves even though they are not aimed at him. He drops his head, trying to block out the noises by searching for that space in his mind he has found before – where everything is quiet and nothing seems to matter outside of his mind.

“Pet!” Hunter shouts, pulling him back to the present before he can truly escape. “I want you watching. Learning. Things are all nice and cushy for you at the moment, but you need to learn what punishments are like in the real world. If I catch you looking away again... it will be your turn next. Understood?” Hunter stumbles over the words, as though he doesn’t truly want to say them. Blaine nods quickly. As much as he doesn’t want to see Sophia suffer like this, him disobeying and getting himself in trouble will not help her.

Hunter resumes his hits this time in silence, seeming to have run out of things to say. Blaine doesn’t dare look elsewhere, but is reluctant to look at Sophia’s beaten body. He compromises, flicking between watching Hunter’s gradually calming expression and Sophia’s reaction. He flinches every time he hears the sound of leather against flesh, desperately fighting the desire to turn away.

The whipping gradually starts to slow down, a longer gap between consecutive strikes. However it doesn’t seem to reduce any of the pain. Sophia’s back is so covered in marks it’s not possible for Hunter to hit an unaffected area, instead each lash is hitting already sore flesh. Blaine doesn’t understand how the girl is still conscious.

“Come pet,” Hunter instructs, dropping the whip to the floor and exiting the basement. Blaine follows, one last look at Sophia’s slumped body before leaving. He knew being a sub wasn’t just following orders, that there were consequences for actions, but he truly hopes he will never have to watch something like that again, or be the one on the receiving end.