I knew the exact moment Aphrodite remembered me and realized that I'd witnessed her humiliation. The whip swished back and her rage echoed around me as she let it fly. Even prepared, I couldn't stop my scream. Tears ran down my face, and I didn't care. I would've begged, I would've done anything she wanted, just to stop that whip from falling again, but she didn't give me a chance. She just kept wailing, kept pulling back the whip until I thought I would pass out. I hoped I would pass ...