Chapter Sixteen
Home Again
You know how my trek in the frozen snow turned out. The Russian Police raced with the Countess to capture me before the three Russian women wagered, with my money, how long I could endure Countess Vronsky’s wonderful whipping. After the Countess unleashed Percy Willingham on me and subsequently banished him, Dr. Khachaturian stepped up to take her turn lashing me in the Great Hall.
I was so bruised and lacerated by the time she took the whip that her slightest punishment would be excruciating. I sensed the Good Doctor lightened up on me. Her heart wasn’t in it. No one else’s bloodlust could match Countess Vronsky’s.
Pain was no longer her paramount objective. The Countess was determined to burn her image so intensely into my memory that I’d visualize her in t
