My legs were weak as he stood me up. He gripped my waist to keep me from falling, then lifted both of my hands while standing. When he strapped a shackle on my hand, I no longer fell. Even with the blindfold on, I tried to gaze in the direction I assumed he was. My foot was no longer powerful, so I looked up when I heard a chain from above, even though I couldn't see them. He never touched me again after I raised my hand.

“Ughh..!”

When he smacked me hard, I roared even louder. I wanted to tell him I didn't want to do it and that...