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~Kiva

I lean down, feeling the burning stretch in my hamstrings.

"You did well today."

I don’t look up. Only Ark’s boots are in my view as he strides back and forth. His hands are probably tucked behind his back, posture perfectly straight.

Ugh. I can’t stand him.

“You were fierce, strong. Resilient."

Oh Ark, you’ll see fierce if you push me one more time.

"I don't want to have to punish you again, Kiva,” he continues. His warning burns through me, reminding me of the deprivaty of last nights punishment.

"Whatever,” I mutter.

"I mean it."

Gritting my teeth, I stare down at my wrists. The are worn red from being tied to the bed all night. I had attempted various creative measures to get out of my binds, but unfortunately, I didn't get out until Ark came in at sunrise with a knife.

"Do you punish everyone like that? By tying them to their bed after interrupting their night with someone who is meant to be their prospective husband?" I suddenly snap.

Ark frowns down at me.

"Don't talk to
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