Alpha Tagon’s Pov

Guards had their heads bowed before me in a dimly lit dark room of my torture chamber. Their bodies shook in trepidation with the slight movement of the gentle rustle of my apparel.

“Forgive me my lord, the Head trainer commanded us to flog her to submission.” Sparrow, one of the guards among the four charlatans who flogged her into unconsciousness, spoke.

“Hmmn…” I pretended to buy their excuses to make them keep going to tell me what happened.

“Yes it is the truth she kept nagging, we flog and keep flogging her before smashing her head on the floor.” Another revealed to the point of tears....