Vivian raised the belt above her head, the thick leather gleaming.
My hands moved instinctively to shield my head, as the belt landed on the square of my hands.
The crack sound echoed round the room, as the belt tore through my flesh and I screamed in pain.
“Tell me, Leah! Who was the man in that video?” Vivian roared, lifting the belt again, as she stroked my skin.
It came down harder than before this time, hitting the exact same spot on my hands.
I recoiled from pain, my body trembling desperately as I moved to escape.
But a sharp kick on my injured knee from behind sent me sprawling on the floor.
Tears gathered my eyes, as I turned to see Natasha watching me with a devious smirk on her curled lips.
Her gaze roamed over my face, taking in my helpless and distorted look in satis
