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Rosemary’s Pov

It felt like this abuse went on for hours , or even days ; how ever , he stopped at lash number 30. My back is drenched in my blood – it leaks down my back and soaks in to my shorts. Tears are still falling from my eyes , soaking the duvet. He lets go off me , but I do not have the strength to get up this time – I just lay there in. I would say that I was in pain , but I would be lying as I have been numbing from the lashings after the tenth blow. I loosen my teeth from around the duvet , yet not having enough strength to completely let go of it. The collar is then flung next to me face , and my tired eyes widen just an inch at the once transparent gems – they are not coated with my thick blood. The buckle hangs over the bleed , and all I hear the small drips of liquid staining the tiles. I feel him near me , his hot heavy breath fanning my ear.

“Don’t you ever disobey me again” he whispers in my