Fifteen

GABRIELLE POV.

The sound of the cat o'nine tail, when I wielded it made me calm, but not on this occasion. I hit with a vengeance, the cracks on their backs mingling with their screams to create a beautiful melody that did nothing to ease the anger and frustration I felt.

blood splashed everywhere as the whip wrapped around them like a lover's hug, but once I pulled it back, it took with it the piece of flesh it was entitled to. I alternated between the three men chained up.

A Sheen of blood and sweat covered their worn-out skin, blood spilled out of the gnashes created by my whip, and they dangled weekly, their toes barely connecting with the ground. The image made me smile, but still, I wasn't satisfied.

I felt like this was too easy for them. They didn't know real pain yet. I was all too familiar with the pain these whips inflicted. I still had scars to prove it, and I still remembered the way they hurt, but I needed these men to hurt worse. I wanted them to suffer, I needed them