"Crack!"

The crack of the steel whip on Cecelia reverberated through the dark and dank dungeon of Silver Moon Pack.

Caroline grinned and again raised her steel whip high above her head.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!"

The whip was whipped over and over Cecelia's smooth flesh. She was beaten black and blue in an instant.

But Cecelia, from beginning to end, never uttered a faint syllable. She clenched her teeth and let the sweat, blood and pain wash over her flesh.

Caroline was tired of playing, and Cecelia's perseverance made her feel bored.

"Cecelia Warton, you think you can stand it, don't you?

Caroline walked over to Cecelia, grabbed her by...