Aiden
Julian had used up all his chances with me the moment he touched her.
The public humiliation at the masquerade ball, I had let it go for her. Because I asked for it, but that mercy was dead now.
I was stripped of my shirt, my arms spread wide, wrists chained to iron hooks bolted into stone.
The head enforcer stepped behind me, muttering, "Excuse me."
The whip hissed through the air, the first lash sliding across my back. The pain followed immediately, sharp enough to jolt through my spine.
I didn't scream my teeth, clenching so tight, I feared it might crack.
The second lash followed quickly, and so did the third with no time to prepare for the next.
My nails dug into my palms.
Pathetic.
I was getting whipped like a dog and for a woman. Was she even worth it?
I stared at
