A strong soldier she was trained to be. Leonis didn't hold back as he struck her with a force that split the skin immediately upon impact.
The blood poured from her back, so thick and rich, it stained her pants with a hue of red. The essence of her blood was so potent-so intoxicating that the guards had to be dismissed as they were becoming riled up.
She closed her mouth with every strike made by Leonis, the sound able to be heard was an agonizing groan that she trapped between her lips. She seemed to refuse to show any sort of pain by crying out.
After the first two hours of her beating, even I could not bear to stand it any further. Did I tell him to cease? No, because an example needed to be made. And who better to make an example of than the White Siren? The Albino savior of the hu
