William's face is red with fury and exertion.Damien's hands are tied behind his back with more silver chains. His back is already torn open and bleeding, his expensive shirt ripped to shreds by the whip, exposing raw, bloody flesh.The injuries are even worse than eight years ago on that snowy night when I found him half-dead in the rogue wolves' den.Despite the agony, he still grits his teeth, cold sweat beading on his forehead from enduring the silver's burn."No..."His voice is barely a whisper, but the defiance is clear."You bastard!"William raises the whip again, his whole body shaking with rage.Just as he's about to strike again, I speak up."Dad, that's enough."Both men freeze. William turns, the whip still raised."Aria!"William and Margaret hurry over to me, their faces filled with relief and guilt.Margaret immediately starts fussing over me, checking my face for injuries."Oh sweetheart, we're so sorry. We made everything worse."William pulls me in front of the knee
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