The ripping sound of entwined leather straps whipping against their bare skin resonated, mingling with the heavy groanings, and the rattling noise of the shackles strung by thick chains suspending the prisoner from the ceiling. With every forcible strike, he screamed for release.
Seth McMahon, Gamma of Syzygy Pack stood gasping at the prisoner before them. His blood boiling to a degree of rage. He had committed a crime against him and it was time he paid.
Seth watched his freshly torn flesh give way to the dripping blood. He sneered, wrapping tightly the leather whip around his blistered fingers.
The poor prisoner whose only offense was attempting to get back his mate from the viscous Gamma. He had spoken too boldly and look where it had gotten him.
His whimpers were silenced now that
