Annie's POV
The movements cause me to wince in torment as my ribs pulsate prior to grinding my teeth to prevent me from shouting out. Fast movements always gave me sharp agonies and made my breathing hitch.
"Apologies, did that hurt?" He inquires. I shake my head.
"Don’t lie to me. Why do you lie about being in pain?" he asks while he loosens the bandage. Uncertain of whether to reply, I stayed calm. Talking constantly causes you problems.
"I asked you a question?" he says, tapping the side of my leg and taking me leap and exclaiming a response.
"Anastasia would double our punishment if we cry," I mumbled, remembering when I first cried out. I was eleven when she first whipped me. Three lashes turned into six. After a couple of times, we learnt not to cry. It was always more terrible
