Protected: BOUND TO THE BEAST : CHAPTER 81 – 90
BOUND TO THE BEAST : CHAPTER 81 – 90
His ears rang. The pain reverberated through his entire being.
“Who do you think you are, that you fail to bow to me upon seeing me?” came the venomous voice of the aristocrat, filled with anger.
With his head lowered, Emeriel couldn’t discern the identity of the person. “Forgive me, mistress. I did not see you in time due to the clothes on the drying ropes—”
Another slap landed on his cheek. “Excuses hold no weight with me. Where is the slave master in charge of this place!?” Her voice boomed with anger.
“Yes, mistress!” a distant voice responded.
The sound of hurried footsteps grew closer, and the slave master knelt down. “I apologize for the disrespect, Mistress Sinai.”
Mistress Sinai? Wasn’t she the same woman Emeriel had seen with Lord Vladya the other day?
“Give him five lashes of the whip. Now!” she ordered.
What?!
Emeriel’s heart pounded loudly in his chest. He dropped to his knees, his voice trembling, “F-forgive me, mistress. I have c-committed an offense against you, and I deserve to be punished. But please, show mercy—”
“Silence! Be grateful that I am not having you stripped and paraded!” she interrupted.
Emeriel had witnessed slaves being whipped before, and it was never a sight one could forget. And he had seen those whips—sturdy and filled with thorns.
Panic gripped him. His mouth opened to plead further…
However, in the end, he closed it soundlessly.
She would not listen to his pleas, would she?
Emeriel was all too familiar with aristocrats like her back in Navia. They thrived on the suffering of others, showing no mercy.
He was a prince—a princess—and his pride was all he had left.
“Position your back, slave,” the slave master ordered him.
Emeriel raised his head to get a good look at Mistress Sinai. She appeared entirely satisfied, looking down her haughty nose at Emeriel as if he were dirt.
Tremors coursed through his body as he positioned his back. He hadn’t fully settled into position when the first lash struck.
White-hot pain surged through him.
He cried out, his body bending under the unbearable torture. Before he could fully absorb that excruciating pain, another lash followed.
And another.
Emeriel screamed, overwhelmed.
He could feel his back tearing under the thorns of the whip, blood trickling down. After the third strike, he may have slipped into shock.
The sounds around him faded, the impact of each lash jarring him. It was raw agony… as if his entire body had been submerged in boiling water.
When he regained some awareness of his surroundings, he found himself lying alone on the ground, with no one else in sight.
A movement sent waves of pain rippling across his back and throughout his body.
BOUND TO THE BEAST : CHAPTER 81 – 90
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