Then- Wren
The pain was red hot. I had expected it but I hadn’t been ready for it. And there was no let up. Each lash left a burning trail of agony across my back but I didn’t cry out and I didn’t move. In fact the only thing I moved was my fingers around the leather throngs above my head.
I tried to keep my muscles relaxed. All I had to do was stay loose and retreat inside my head.
I could see Opal so clearly , her naked body in my bed . Her platinum blonde hair splayed across my pillow like a halo.
It was easier to deal with the pain when I knew I was taking it for her. I would live through this. She wouldn’t have. If the shock of the whipping itself didn’t kill her then the resulting infection surely would. I would not live if she died, so I would take this happily. As long as she
