His' (+18)
the leather belt hit her skin again.
"Can you remember how to count now?"
"O-one,"
Another sound of the belt hitting her skin.
"Two-,"
The belt met her skin again.
"Three-,"
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The saliva from her mouth was drenching the pillow along with her tears. “Forty nine,"
One last stinging pain from the belt.
"Fifty,"
Sophia expected to feel the leather against the skin on her back again, but she felt none. Instead, it was the sound of the belt thrown across the room she heard.