I wasted no time reaching for my tie and removing it forcefully. I started unbuttoning my shirt, but when it took too long to come off, I tore it, buttons flying everywhere. I just wanted this to be over so I could see her.
I stared at my father as my clothes came off, and he stared back. He reached out a hand, and Cordella, his little spy and assistant, stepped out of the shadow, holding a whip and a vial. She placed the whip in his hand, opened the vial, and poured the contents onto it.
The smell of poison filled the space, stinging my nose.
Poison… so the wound from the whip wouldn't heal quickly. A fitting punishment.
He moved to stand behind me, the poison dripping down the whip.
“You know I'm not doing this because I enjoy it,” he said as he stood behind me.
I scoffed bitt
