Maggie looks at Gabriel, she feels so self-assured, so very fearless. Even looking at the whip in Gabriel’s hand, she struggles to hide the smirk, like she is holding the biggest secret.
Gabriel just stares at the whip in his hand with his own smirk, all his anger can be directed into this thing. Instead of being worried about doing this to the woman he is about to marry, he feels a sick sense of pleasure.
Gabriel’s large hand reaches down, ripping out the back of Maggie’s shirt, exposing her flawless and soft skin. Maggie smiles as she feels the cool breeze on her back, her forehead pressed against the pole so no one can see her expression, she is feeling so smug, feels so invincible.
Gabriel takes two steps back. Usually in this situation he would list the crimes that the persecuted
