KEITH
She lowered her head, hesitating to follow my command.
“Celia!” I uttered her name.
Her eyes looked into mine and a breath slipped free of her lips.
“You should go back to your room.” Words came out of her mouth as she avoided my restless gaze.
Patience left my side.
In the blink of an eye, my strength gently pinned her face against the glass window.
“Stop!” Her timid voice requested.
My ears ignored her plea.
I pulled out the small knife from the pocket of my pants and ripped the satin material on her upper back.
She stayed still and silent.
Her little back was exposed. My hands ripped off the rest of the material up to her waist.
Rage ramped up in my veins.
The red marks of the whip were fresh on her soft, fair skin.
“That bastard did this to you?”
She didn't say
