Painful groans filled the air, whips clashing against flesh, their tiny sharp edges leaving fresh lines of wounds on her back.
Sprinkles of blood spilled with each lash.
Valkyrie watched with slight satisfaction at the sight of Arianna getting whipped.
No one—absolutely no one—had hit her that way, except for pleasure. The best part of Arianna's punishment was that she had no wolf to heal. That's right, let her suffer the pain alone.
After the fifth whip, Arianna thought she might pass out at any moment.
What had she been thinking, doing something rash like that? Perhaps it was due to her hatred of people trying to break her spirit.
One succeeded—Kael... She was never going to allow that to happen again.
A guard strode towards Valkyrie, his feet carrying him as fast as he could. Upo
