*Harper's POV*
"You look good like that. On your knees, like the little b***h that you are," he spat before delivering yet another blow to my back. I've been sitting like this, on all fours, for what felt like an eternity, but was realistically only fifteen minutes. My hands and legs were growing weak, causing me to slowly start to lose my perfect position that he demanded.
"You move even an inch, and you'll get it even worse, understand!?" He yelled over me, demanding control. I had no choice other than to obey him. I obediently nodded, forcing myself to maintain my position, even though my body was begging for a break.
He slapped the whip against my back once more, causing me to bite my lower lip, in an attempt to prevent me from screaming or crying out loud. I didn't want to give him
