Birdie's POV:
My screams bounced off the walls of the dungeons. I tasted blood at the back of my throat.
My entire back felt awash with flames. I just knew it wasn't normal whips. No. aside from the corded whip they used on me, there was something else on the whip that caused me immense pain. I felt strips of my skin torn out with each lash of the whip. The cold air on my back made everything even worse.
"Please!" I begged, my eyes desperately pleading with Lady Davina. It hurt to beg her this way — to have her seeing me suffer. But every bit of dignity I had was thrown out of the window. . "I beg of you! Please! I'll do it! anything you ask!"
She walked in front of me, a cruel smirk on her face. "Look at you. So eager to please, so plaint and willing. Begging like a good slave," She
