Page 7 of Liberated By Sin

“You’re fucked,” he said with a growl, tossing the key across the room and flipping me over.

“Wait…I’m sorry. Please…”

“On your knees.”

The sound of his belt sliding from the loops like a whip sent me into a panic.

“Sasha…please,” I begged through heavy breaths, bracing myself for what was to come.

“Sasha?” The fire of the first slash stole my breath, and the third andfourth, my soul. “On your knees, and call me sir.”

Two more unforgiving whips blazed against my ass and the backs of my thighs, ripping a scream from my throat.

“On your knees, witch!”

Every slash threatened to send me into unconsciousness.

“Stop…please!”

“Call. Me. Sir.”

Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten.

My shoulders and lower back.

“I said get up.”

Eleven. Twelve.

My ass.

Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen.

“Do it!”

The sounds of leather against skin were wet now.

“F-fuck…s-stop,” I cried, my voice raw.

“Knees.”

Trembling, I struggled to lift my body off the mattress, but every gash caused me to drop. The pain was excruciating like every inch of me had been set ablaze.

“Say it,” he grunted through heavy breaths, yet his swings didn’t cease or slow.

Twenty-three. Twenty-four. Twenty-five…

“S-sir…s-stop.”

But they kept coming.

Until the edges of my vision darkened, and his loud groans and the sounds of ripping flesh became a distant echo while I descended into nothingness.

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“Yougoddamn bastard. He’s going to slit your throat!”

The gravelly voice lured me from the depths of darkness. But even as awareness broke, I couldn’t open my eyes.