Crack!

　　Crack!

　　Cecilia jumped each time the whip cracked against Jonathon’s back. He stood in front of her with his face blank as he took each blow stoically. She wanted to stop it. She wanted to take the blows for him. He didn’t deserve this.

　　"49 and finally 50," Lord Jared said as he passed the whip to his servant for it to be cleaned. Not once did Jonathon cry out. He expected him to because it wasn’t a typical whip he was using. It was a ...