Chapter 23

Cecily's P.O.V

They leave me in the cell. The whip is gathered up, avoiding the end as they wind it up, leaving a small trail of blood behind them. They allow me to be unchained and the moment my wrists drop to the ground I groan in pain. My back sends a flare of agony through my body with every small movement I make. I don't know how I manage but I finally manage to crawl my way over to the corner. I collapse, uncaring at how unladylike I might look. I lie on my front for a moment, taking in deep breaths with my face buried in the musty cloth of the thin blanket they let me have. I lift myself up, shoving down the groan of pain as the torn muscles on my back protest at the movement. I drag myself to sit up, not liking feeling so exposed when I lie down.

That's when I notice the man outside the cage. He's grinning at me wickedly and I'm fearful of what he's doing. He's just standing there, grinning. I look at his hands and I see a little red light. It's the camera. I've noticed him ho