You slowly wake up and see yourself in a cold, dark room. You're bound to a chair, gagged with a ballgag, and you shiver at the temperature. What's strange is, you're not scared. Not happy, either.
You felt like this is a total waste of time, so you try to get yourself out, moving the chair and hopping. This made you fall over. It hurt, yes, but did you react? No. This was supposed to instill fear on your very being, to terrify you. But you didn't feel anything.
Just then, an orange cat with a blue suit and red tie walked into the room, only footsteps bding heard. The cat made no noise at all verbally. You felt air, and the chair being moved back up with you in it. You didn't know how to feel about this individual. He helped you, and not even a single bit of gratitude was shown in your eyes.
As punishment, the cat slapped you.
No reaction from you was there, even though the slap hurt. The cat didn't smile, but he didn't froen either. Neither of you said nothing, and the silence filled the air once more.
The cat's head tilts, wondering why you didn't react to the sudden hit. A normal human being would cry, curse at him, or even stare at him shocked. But the both of you stare at eachother like you're fine with one another. He tries shaking off the feeling, and goes to the toolbox. You look at him and watch him scour the items he had. He pulls out a whip from the toolbox, looking at you with no emotion on his face.
Kinky, you thought to yourself. But you're not aroused.
He walks back over to you, the whip in his hands. You knew this was going to hurt, but you didn't care. With no gleam in his eye, he raises the whip and hits you with the strips, the lash going to your stomacb at first. Then, another hit to your arm, then another in a different place. This repeated for a while, but you didn't make any noise. No screams, no cries, no whimpers. The lashes would only stay for minutes, hours at most.
Eventually, he gets tired and drops the whip.
"How," He asks blankly. "Do you not suffer?" You would reply, but with a ballgag you can't speak. You simply roll your eyes, signaling that not even you know. For the first time, you see the cat slowly express something; disbelief. He checks his phone, and to surprise, he never found any results for humans who are truly emotionless. Humans like you.
He put his phone away, and began to pace around the room staring blankly at the floor. "No arousal, no fear, no anger." He said. Surely, he's talking about you. He looked back at your whipped, bruised body, wondering why you're fine with everything. Just then, a slight smile cracked on his face.
"You truly are a special individual like me." He stated.
He took the ballgag off of you. "You're holding in the screams, right? Is that it?" He asked, still no emotion other than what's visible on his mouth. "No," You say. "Not at all." You look up at the cat blankly. "The whip surely hurt," He assured, his finger trailing down on your arm. "I'd expect you to wince when your bruises get touched." You shake your head, not even a flinch. He then put a paw between your legs. "No arousal either?" He looked down, trying to feel atleast something. Once again, he doesn't feel any signs of erection, neither did he give you one in the process.
He put his hand away, looking up at you. A small smile appeared on his face. "You really are special," He said. As a change, you smile back.
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