•Dahlia•
The strokes were accumulated over all the years of staying under my father’s roof. Sometimes, one would be added, sometimes it was ten or fifteen at ago—depending on how disobedient I had been to warrant the whips.
The whip that my father used back then wasn’t the normal type. Heck, if it had been, the wounds on my back would have all healed and disappeared over time.
Instead, it was a silver whip imbued with moonstone essence. Moonstones were not only used for decoration or jewelry. Moonstones were also magical stones that had the ability to enhance objects with more power.
Power that could either be useful or detrimental to the object.
For the whip, the moonstone essence had been way useful. One strike of it could kill an average human. Even omegas found it difficult to bea
