Whispers within the walls.
Vivienne's POV.
The cries of the men pleased him. His eyes glowed with satisfaction as the barbed whip tore their skin from inside out.
The rumours weren't a lie, he was actually a monster. And Stephen… Stephen looked like he wanted a piece of what Micheal was having.
I was a bride to a psycho, trapped in an abyss of misery.
I peeped through the small opening on the door, watching as the men pleaded for mercy, but Micheal went harder. Each stroke of the barbed whip sent a wave of force in the air.
The cries were silent compared to the painful expression on their faces. I couldn't watch anymore, it could only remind me about how f****d up I was.
I quickly slammed the door shut, breathing heavily as I leaned my back against the door and bulged my eyes
