Stupid Twerp grabbed my hands roughly, his gruesome smile making me want to retch. "What a gentleman," I muttered as he stuck his face right up next to mine. He didn't even bother to strike me; he was the one going to be whipping me, after all. He would get his revenge soon enough.
"Such a shame to ruin your figure," Carter crooned from behind me. "But you'll heal soon enough."
Soon enough so that I can kick your ass, I thought angrily, but said nothing.
I continued my furious silence even as my wrists were fastened to the wooden pole with an itchy, tight rope. I was face first, with my back facing Aiden and the young men. I hung onto the pole like a poor, beaten, broken-spirited dog. I realized that this was lowest I'd probably ever been.
I felt someone's cold hands on my back, sendin
