SELENA'S POV Two years later...The whip tore across my back again, hot, sharp, and I bit down hard on my lip until I tasted blood. I refused to cry out, no matter how much it burned. My body trembled heavily, but I forced myself to stay standing, If I screamed, Selene would only cry harder.I could hear her behind me, her soft sobs breaking my chest in half. “Stop it! Please don’t hurt her! It’s my fault!”Her voice cracked. She sounded so weak, so pitiful, the same way she always had. The trainer ignored her, his face tight with anger, as the whip cracked down again.I stumbled backward, knees almost giving out. My shirt was in tatters, clinging to my skin, and at this point, I knew my back was nothing but welts and bleeding stripes.Still, I refused to fall.I had promised myself one thing the day we were dragged into this place: I’d protect my sister no matter what. She was too frail to survive without me, and because of her, I couldn't break. I wouldn't.I closed my eyes, trying
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