Dominants & Submissives- A tale of the slave market. {1} Flagellation Subs.

A wail of pain fills the room and blood spatters the dark brick wall.
 "Don't you ever step out of line again!"
The gruff strict tone bellows. The slave looks up at his Master with tears and agony on his eyes. A clean whip cross his chest should keep him in check for some time.
"On your feet slave!"
The Master called Pavi grabs his Sub by the throat. Raising him off the ground, almost crushing his windpipe. Pavi then drops the Sub like a hot metal on bare flesh. The Sub falling to the ground with a thud, gasping and chocking for air. His skinny body shaking and becoming pale as he struggles to stand. His hands on his open gash, he kneels to Pavi's left side. As he was taught to do when punished.
"Good. Now where was I? . . . Oh yes!"
Pavi walks off, placing the whip back onto his belt. He sits in a thrown with the other Doms, chatting about different means of torture and such. He then snaps his fingers and points to his feet. His Subs quickly order his command, rushing over without a word. Kneeling on their hands and knees, for their Master's footrest. Pavi propping his feet up on their backs, smirking as he hears the steady drip drip of blood from  his Sub splash against the granite floor.