Ella’s POV
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I scream out in pain as the alpha’s whip hits me on my back for the millionth time.
“Should we move on to making me comfortable? I have been craving you since the beginning of this lovely evening” said alpha Grey with lust coloring his tone.
I cry desperately. If given the choice, I’d choose the torture over the rape a hundred times. Being violated by him makes me hate myself. It makes me disgusted of my own skin. It makes me sick that I am handing over myself to him willingly now because I have no other choice.
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“Did you bite your tongue my little slave?” whispered alpha Grey in my ear, while pulling my head back by painfully grabbing a handful of my hair.
I sob in desperation. I have to answer him or he will keep hurting me, but at the same time, prolon
