(Warning- Abuse, Torture, Blood)

Jesse walked down the maze of hallways toward the TR room. He walked slowly on purpose, but he eventually reached it. He hesitated before opening the door and walking inside, the iron doors slamming behind him which made him jump in fright. "So once again it me and you" a voice chuckled.

Jesse turned around to see a woman with jet black hair and black clothing, she held a whip in her hand. "H-Hello Miss. Howler" Jesse glanced warily at the whip in her hands. She grabbed the collar of his shirt and shoved him over to a nearby wall, he stumbled.

There were chains dangling from the roof and chains attached to the floor. Miss. Howler commanded him to take his shirt off, and he did. Then she grabbed his wrist and attached one of the roof chains to him, she did the same to his other wrist. She used the floor chains to attach to his ankles. Jesse's arms were above his head due to the chain. His back was facing the room while his front faced the wall.

No warning was given when the whip made a cracking sound as it hit his back. He yelled out in pain, there were already scars on his back from previous punishments. He grabbed the chain with his hands to steady himself when the whip sliced at him again.

It felt sharper than being cut with a knife, the stinging on his back hurt like a burning fire. Blood leaked from the cuts inflicted on his back. Every time the whip hit his back he would yell out and cry. The sharp slicing pain on his back, the blood dripping down from his cuts, the salty tears leaking from his eyes, the buckling of his knees with each hit made him sob and beg her to stop the fiery pain.

It felt like years when she finally stopped. "You will never try to escape again, you hear me!?" She undid the chains. Jesse nodded tears still running down his face. "Y-Yes no m-more escaping" he choked out with a sob. "Now go to your cell" she threw his shirt at his face and shoved him out of the room and closed the doors.

Jesse walked down the hallways to the cell room. His back stung like thousands of bees were stinging him in a room full of fire. He wiped the tears from his face and entered the cell room. He went to his cell, he knew someone would be here soon to close the bar doors. He threw the shirt on the floor, curled up on his side on the old uncomfortable bed and cried himself to sleep.