Bella POV
Unlocked this time, he swings the heavy door inwards, bathing the dusty room in moonlight. Obediently, I step inside. He gestures towards the bed, a grin already plastered on his face. Grinding my teeth, I crawl onto the mattress. I try to think of a way out if this while I settle onto my back.
I don’t flinch when he grabs the material of my dress, and rips it all the way down the middle. Thankfully, he doesn’t remove my bra or underwear.
With a strangled groan, his silver eyes peruse my skin. Eventually, he walks away from me to rummage in the trunk. I expect him to come back with the same flogger from all those years ago, but instead he comes back with a long, leather bullwhip that seems to glint in the light. He cracks it once against the bed, whispers of the air blowing
