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12. Punishment for disobedience

Angelica's POV

Dread seeped into every fiber of my being as his words hung in the air, like a looming storm ready to break. My knuckles turned white as my fists clenched the bedsheet beneath me, the fabric twisting and bunching under my grip.

"I didn't" I lied to protest, to save myself from the punishment he just mentioned.

"You have no reason not to find the route to escape and the informer has no reason to lie."

A cynical chuckle rumbled in his throat, making the atmosphere even more suffocating.

Suddenly I felt his fingertips touching my thigh, and he slowly lifted my frock up, which must have barely covered my buttocks because of the position. His actions were deliberate, unsettling me further.

As he lifted my frock, exposing more of my body to his gaze, a wave of humiliation washed over me. I felt vulnerable, exposed, and powerless in front of him. I wanted to shield myself from his prying eyes, to preserve whatever little dignity I had left.

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