Venessa’s POV
“Arrogant b***h,” I heard her hiss, the words sharp with venom. I swallowed my pride and kept my head down. I had plans for her plans that required patience.
They dragged me to a room tucked away at the back of the building. My clothes were stripped from my body, my wrists bound and stretched apart, each hand tied to a separate pole. Then they began.
If it had been an ordinary whip, I would have healed within a day. But this was silver. Silver slowed everything, poisoned the flesh, made recovery agonizingly slow. The last time, it had taken a week my body weak and starved then. I prayed it wouldn’t take as long this time. At least I had prepared. The herbal mixture I’d made would help neutralize the silver’s poison and hasten the healing. That alone gave me something to cl
