Beneath the Whip
JUDY’S POV
Chris approached me with a calm demeanour, his movements deliberate as he set the tools on the table. A teaching whip lay coiled neatly next to a hand card, both polished and intimidating in their simplicity. His gaze met mine, steady and questioning.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked, his voice low but firm.
I nodded, swallowing hard. There was no room for uncertainty in his question.
“I need to hear you say it,” he insisted.
“Yes, I’m sure,” I replied, my voice steadier than I expected.
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