The last four years seemed to travel slowly for Chase, more so when his t*****e increased. It saddened him that he had grown used to it and that he developed a high pain tolerance. He barely made a sound as the whip descended on his back, arching with the force of it for the umpteenth time. His muscles strained against the ropes holding him up, hardly noticing how they tightened around his wrists as his will to live was slowly fading.
‘That’s enough,’ Kara said. Chase shivered at the sound of her voice, wincing as her heels clicked against the concrete. He cried out when she stuck a claw into an open wound. He tried pulling away, but she merely dug it deeper. Kara laughed as she walked around to crouch in front of him. She lifted his head with the clawed finger, the point piercing and dra
