Sheila’s POV

Whip!

Whip!

Whip!

“Whip harder!”

Rosalia’s husky voice thundered while panting like a roaming animal excited over its prey. Sweat dripped from my forehead, my hands hung separately cupped in chains while my back bare as the soldiers flung their whips consistently over my tender flesh.

Hurtful grunts filled my throat as loads of tears pooled in my tear duct forced to roll down. But biting my lips harder till the metallic taste of blood hit my tongue to wade off tears or showing any signs of weakness.

Blood sputtered over the floor, eyes rolled in the back of my head as I began to feel lighter as...