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Davina’s POV

I burned my hand once when I was fifteen years old.

Or rather Irena accidentally burned it. She spelled a freshly made boiling cup of coffee on it by mistake, and I… I was in pure genuine agony then.

It hurt so fucking much that words couldn’t describe the feelings I felt then, all I knew was, nothing will ever hurt me as much as that burn did.

Correction: Nothing will hurt me more than being whipped with a flogger dipped in wolfs bane.

That’s the true definition of pure genuine agony.

As soon as the first lash landed hard on my back, I knew I will be scarred emotionally for life.

The sting it left after contact remained while another one was added merely two seconds after the first. I kept quiet for merely five minutes as more stings were added until I felt like my entire back was a series of stinging burning lines that never went away. After five minutes of my torture session, I couldn’t k