Chapter 23

But the deed was already done, and Lucas had turned around to take the whip on the bed. He took slow steps to close the distance between himself and Isabella, his fingers wrapped around the whip.

"Get on your knees," he ordered.

Isabella nodded and struggled to do as he said, but how could she kneel when she was not able to move her legs? She shifted slightly on the wheelchair and looked back at Lucas, pleas vividly expressed in her eyes.

"Aren't you just as I said? Useless and Stupid?" he scoffed, shaking his head in disdain. As he talked, Lucas grabbed Isabella by her collar and pulled her down to the hard floor with force.

She winced as her legs hit the ground, the tears on the rim of her eyes finally rolling down her cheeks. Still, no sob escaped from her lips. She knew the pain was yet to come.

She watched as Lucas kicked the wheelchair whose tyres rolled off to one end of the room, giving the man enough room to see her tear filled face clearly.

"You know my rules, Isabella. Shou