Give Em Whiplash Novels & Stories

She snapped her neck to the left so fast that it would have given her a whiplash. With clenched, Emmaline gazed at the man with pure hatred who was standing at the top of the staircase and looking down at her with a mischievous grin on his face. “Now that isn’t a lie Princess, is it?”

Caelum mouths, hands stroking his temples. “Fuck off.” I spit, proceeding to walk away. Caelum catches me at the door, but I make it outside and so does he, with his arm wrapping around my throat and pining me to the glass door. My entire body but my head slams against it, it hits his other arm. With my back towards everyone, I miss their reactions but I don't miss those of the random people watching out here. “Jesus, Emilio!” I hear Emelia whine, but it does out alone with everything else.

Emily asked me as she dragged me out of the room by the hair while I screamed in pain, pleading for her to let go of me. “Leave me Emily, let me go” I pleaded as she pushed me to the ground finally and I sprained my ankle even though it did not hurt that badly. “You’ll see what I’ll do to you, get the whip” she yelled and just then, some guards walked in, they were known as the whippers.

The shock of his vulgar tirade left Emma momentarily frozen, her mind struggling to process the venom he had just unleashed. However, as the echoes of his verbal assault hung in the air, a surge of defiance welled up within Emma. With a resolve that defied the fear creeping into her, she retaliated with a resounding slap across Shawn's face. The impact reverberated in the room, leaving his cheek stinging and ear ringing. The force of her slap momentarily jolted him back to a semblance of awareness, though the simmering anger still glared fiercely in his bloodshot eyes.

The previous gentleness completely vanished, replaced by a fierce, cold gaze like a beast. “You b*tch! How dare you talk like that? Who taught you to talk like that, huh? Wrong? You dare to call carrying my child 'wrong'?” Damien was practically insane. He cruelly and savagely slapped Emma across the face with tremendous force. Emma was dazed by the slap. While her head was spinning, the subsequent slaps came down continuously like sledgehammers. The sound of the hand striking skin was heavy and sharp, as if tearing apart the silence, leaving a lasting, sharp sting. She was slapped until her face was swollen, painful, and burning. Her head reeled and spun. She couldn't even utter a word of p

“Let go off me, James!” “Let go!” Emily screamed her lungs out, retrieved her self from him and returned a hot slap to him. Kpak! Kpak! The slap rang a bell in his ears and froze him at the spot. Gradually, his eyes scanned the room and landed on the woman who had the guts to give him a slap. He glared disdainfully at Emily and then chuckled maniacally. “What a wretched motherfucker!” “ENOUGH! ” Emily took her stand while shifting away from him. “The person who is your witness never saw the whole truth! No man is fucking my asshole and I am not jerking on any man's dick!”

But he was too quick for me, easily shaking me off and pushing me away. Before I knew it, he had grasped my arm and expertly twisted it around, pinning it painfully against my back. The sudden jolt of pain made me gasp out loud, and I knew I was defeated. But just as I thought things couldn't get any worse, a sudden, searing pain shot through my body, causing me to cry out in agony. I felt a sickening crunch, and my world spun out of control. I crumpled to the ground, writhing in pain, as Emre let go of my arm.

That stroke would only get both of us into further trouble. “Son of a bitch!” The beta’s words hit me harder than the light whip Slater landed on my body. At this point, I knew we had already fallen into their trap. There was no way any of us was going unscathed. [Pa!!!] I watched helplessly as the beta’s whip landed harshly on Slater’s back. He didn’t expect it, but I knew it wouldn’t make the pain feel any less. “Motherfucker! Now, that is what I call a whiplash. We could do this all day, you know.”

SLAP. Her expensive blonde wig flew off with the force of one particularly brutal hit, revealing her natural brown hair matted with sweat underneath. Her surgically enhanced nose was knocked askew, and blood began seeping from the corners of her mouth. Ethan settled back on the leather sofa with elegant crossed legs, looking for all the world like he was watching an entertaining performance rather than witnessing brutal violence. "Remember," he reminded them coldly, his voice cutting through Emma's increasingly weak protests. "Not a single slap can be missed. I'm counting every one."

Swish! The air whooshes and a second later I cry out in pain as the whip lands in my ribs, the searing pain making my breath catch as another lash lands on my legs, I cry out again and this only seen to fuel the Head Slave's anger because she lands a kick to my side.