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Chapter Thirty Four: Lashes and Lies

Author: Dew's Quill
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-05-16 05:28:11

The raw, untreated wood bit into my wrists. Twenty lashes. A week in solitary. All for defending myself. The injustice was a bitter pill, but the fear was a spiked one, tearing at my insides. It wasn’t the pain I feared, not really. It was what Damon's hatred would fester into.

"Ready, Omega?" One of the enforcers, Burke, his face impassive, adjusted the whip in his hand. His voice was devoid of empathy but not cruel, just doing a job. Beside him, Kannon, the other enforcer, stood equally stoic.

I swallowed, the metallic tang of fear coating my tongue. "Yes." My voice was barely a whisper. Pride kept me from begging, from pleading. I wouldn't give them the satisfaction.

The first lash cracked across my back. A searing line of fire. I bit my lip, hard, tasting blood. My body spasmed.

"Don't faint on us now, Omega," Kannon mumbled, his voice low.

The second lash followed quickly, then the third. Each one a fresh wave of agony, ripping through muscle and bone. I squeezed my eyes shut, fo
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