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Demonia shifted her weight as she stood silently, her face flushed. She watched as Benvolio menacingly circled her naked being slowly, an umbrella in his gloved hand as he was dressed up in his Commanding officer uniform.
They now stood outside their fort base, One hundred other suits formed a circle of umbrellas around the two in the middle. Anger once again started to seethe into her eyes as she though of the embarrassment of punishment she was facing now under the watch of her whole unit of men; her husband even invited his father in law to watch her breaking.
Demonia stood with her hands shackled behind her back, a steel clasp around her neck. A short chain connected to her shackles from this, making her present her throat to him as he stayed close to her. Rain fell steadily from the sky as she stood there, it her only means of covering.

"Men, what we have here is a solider who cannot follow the commands of her ranking officer. You can thank her later for this gathering." Benvolio started snidely, each word crisp and sharp.
"Men, if she moves even a step from this spot, I order you to eradicate her foolish a**." Benvolio spat, making sure to look her directly into her eyes. She pressed her lips in response.

It was no secret that the cold washings of purified rains made her gravely ill, one trait she did inherit from any other devil in Hell. Naked and standing still, the effects were already riding her as she stood flushed obviously from fever.

"Demonia, when I speak to you, you will acknowledge me. Understood?"

"Yes sir." Demonia answered promptly.

"Do you understand the severity of the actions you took yesterday?"

"Yes sir."

"You are in my fleet; you will never disobey anything I have to say to you, or otherwise you will face corporal punishment."

"I understand." Demonia answered sluggishly, the second sign that she was facing great sickness.

Benvolio made his slow circle before he stood in front of her again, a nasty grin spreading on his face. He enjoyed dominating her privately, but he got more of a rush when he could do it so the world could see his power over the stubborn princess; the single daughter of Lucifer, the devil himself, belonged to him and him alone.
It was never Demonia's choice to join Hell's elite army. Rather, it was a training method from her father to prepare her for the war in the upper kingdom. It was sacred law that no females could join the ranks normally, but because her husband Benvolio was Commanding chief of the highest class in the elite, he allowed it.

Benvolio made sure Demonia looked him straight in his eyes as he said his next words so only she could hear.

"A sick, twisted f*ck; I am now, my demonita?" he questioned her.

She hated when he called her demonita, his little devil.

"Sick? No, you are dear. Twisted? I hope you are very uncomfortable in those shackles and chains. F*ck? Later today away from your peers eyes." he promised her, looking over his shoulders as he turned his back to her. "Soldiers, should I leave this disobedience wench out in the rain to wash away the radical thoughts she hold?" Benvolio now asked the other men watching, his tone truly curious.

No one moved nor spoke, but eyes did dart left to right among one another. She would die if exposed to the rain any longer, but did they really care enough to speak out, to face the same punishment?

"Sir, no sir!" came the answer from a single soldier.

Benvolio turned his eyes to the soldier who dared to speak, his eyebrows furrowing as he acknowledged it was is second in command, and Demonia's beloved cousin, Cyrius.

"Step out and explain your reasoning soldier." Benvolio commanded, walking away from his naked wife to stand intimidatingly in front of Cyrius.

Cyrius quickly did as he was told, his eyes never wavering from his commanding officer as he gave his reasoning.

"Sir, she will surely die if left in the rain too much longer. She is a member of the elite army and no soldier is left behind."

"She is no soldier of mine, she is a woman." Benvolio reminded him, saying woman as if it was a curse word.

"Although the circumstances, she fights alone side us for the same purpose, sir!" Cyrius answered calmly, his eyes still steady.

"You always been too much of a f*cking peacemaker for my taste Cyrius, but your tactical skills are superb." Benvolio concluded, motioning him to move back into the lines.

"Sir, yes sir! Thank you sir!" He answered, moving back along his fellow peers.

"As always, my little p*ssy, it is Cyrius to come to your defense." Benvolio spat, turning back towards Demonia.

She now was visably wobbling, trying hard to keep her balance. She soon after lost that battle, her knees weakening and she falling lifelessly on the muddy ground before her body began to convulse.

"Let this be a lesson learned; respect your superiors Demonia. Men, get this girl and move out." Benvolio dismissed, turning his back and walking away before anyone else moved.

"Sir, yes sir."

.......to be continued