CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
The first contact of the whip stung like hell. The next one too. And the next one. I didn't scream. I will not give her the satisfaction. I could see the blood splattered on the floor. My blood. Another lash and I could only manage a groan. It was painful. It was hell. But I did my best not to lose consciousness. I could see the guards looking in the other direction. And Sylvia still stood there, unmoving. I managed to give her a smirk but quickly disappeared as the Captain delivered the last whip. My knees were trembling and I could barely stand. I was literally dangling from the cuffs. Sylvia's footsteps echoed as she stepped in front of me. "Take her to her cell," she ordered. I looked at her before I spat on her face. She closed her eyes and I could have sworn I saw the guard behi
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