Paige cared less for any rivalry between Julia and Leo than for what was about to happen. If being kidnapped, sold, and thrown in a dungeon yesterday meant trouble, it was nothing as compared to now.
Julia lit into Paige, a long cat ‘o nine tails traveling up and down her back, ass, and legs. Paige screamed and thrashed against the still loose bonds that spread her out. But if Paige thought it was some hidden mercy on Julia’s part to leave her some struggle room, she found out it was more for her tormentor’s sadistic pleasure.
The flywheel turned, robbing Paige of more freedom, each click increasing the pressure on her tortured limbs. It turned into part of a bizarre ritual; Julia whipped her, asked the same question or two, to which Paige responded with “I don’t know”. Later she tr
