Creeds pov.

The whip comes down again, what feels like the millionth time. My stomach and legs are coated in my blood, my wounds not healing the way they’re supposed to, without Hunters' presence they’ll never heal properly.

The only thing I can do is not give him the satisfaction of hearing my pain.

Everytime he hits me and I don’t cry out, his eyes get darker, and darker. His hits are becoming more brutal than his last. Until he finally snaps.

“Pathetic! I know something else ...