Novel & Cerita Give Em Whiplash

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.

EMMA. The sound that hit my head wasn’t just a slap; it was the crack of a whip, a sharp, wet thud that echoed against the cold marble of the foyer. The force of it didn't just sting, it shattered the air in my lungs, sending me spiraling backward until my spine collided with the sharp edge of the mahogany console table. I collapsed onto the floor, my vision blurring into a dizzying swirl of white heat and jagged shadows. My cheek didn’t just burn; it throbbed with a rhythmic, sickening pulse that felt like molten lead being poured under my skin. I tasted copper the metallic tang of blood where my teeth had sliced into the inside of my lip.

Mrs Whales said as an assistant nurse from the Moonlight pack followed her with the needed material. “I told you I am fine” Emmett told Mrs Whales “And I was given specific instructions to treat and cover your wounds perfectly, that is my work, now stay still and let me do my job” Mrs Whales told him pointing a scissor to his face. “Yes ma” Emmett smiled and allowed her to treat him

"Hades's Innehav-" The whip was pulled too tight for him to finish. Doll's hand came up and grabbed the whip. He wasn't sure what to do next but he was getting ready to stand when electricity pulsed through him. His fist was tight around the whip from the involuntary spasm from the shock of the electro-whip.

he said. The word was a flat, clinical command. No emotion. No urgency. The sheer shock of his existence made me flinch. My focus shattered for a fraction of a second, and that looseness was all Emily needed. With a desperate burst of survival strength, she snapped her head sideways and sank her teeth deep into my forearm. I cried out in agony, my arms flying open as a sharp, burning pain flared up my wrist. Emily collapsed to the floor, coughing violently, one hand clamped around her throat as she dragged desperate breaths back into her lungs.

"Kay, as the pack heir, you also handled this situation improperly." Kay lowered his head. "Yes, Father. I accept my punishment." But he immediately looked up, pointing at me. "However, Ella's negligence must also be punished! Otherwise, it won't satisfy the pack! I suggest stripping her of her access to core tactical planning and sentencing her to the silver whip, as an example!" The silver whip! That was a whip laced with silver threads, excruciatingly painful to wolves, like burning the soul. It would severely delay wound healing and could even leave permanent scars and energy damage. Gasps of shock rippled through the crowd.

Only by the time these 50 lashes are done I can't help but whimper. By the last day, there isn't much of my skin left on my back even after the small amount of healing my body fights to do overnight, so every time the whip hits it, it actually hits the bones in my back. Due to the silver and the amount of damage, Xander can't help with the healing or even some of the pain now. As Elijah and Nathan share the last few whips, I can't help but toss my head back and scream out in pain. As I lower my head, I see the one person that shouldn't and that I don't want to see me like this.

He didn't aim for my chest. He aimed high. I crossed the blue line, and Hayes launched himself off his skates, driving his heavy composite shoulder pad directly upward, right under my jaw. The impact was catastrophic. The crack of the collision echoed like a gunshot through the empty arena. My helmet snapped violently to the side. Both of my skates left the ice. I hit the frozen surface back-first, my head whipping backward in a vicious whiplash motion. The back of my helmet slammed against the solid ice with a sickening thud.

Sadly her fidgeting hasn't dislodged it but I don't really care that much – I don't need an excuse to use it on her after all. Taking a stance in front of her, I let my eyes roam over her body before I raise the whip. I know that she isn't just pretending to be scared of it – and rightly so. Unlike most of our toys, whips can actually do real damage with any accidental hit that misses its target. It has taken me years to perfect throwing whips. Beth has been a good teacher, making sure I knew what I was doing before she ever let me near anyone with it. I've only had a week to pick up my practice again so I won't over do it, for both