Teresa

I was still panting and relishing in my victory when the guards returned, but their hands weren’t bare as before.

This time, they held whips. I blinked as four of them advanced. Two grabbed me, adjusting the chains and forcing me to kneel, facing the wall.

Before I could say another word, a searing slash across my back accompanied a sharp slap of rubber against skin.

My heart sank as the pain travelled through my body in waves. Before I could take in the pain, another ...