MILDRED
FREEDOM AT LAST
The silver whip rustled through the air as its tails connected with my back biting painfully into my skin. The stings were unbearable and my body shuddered.
I bit down on the gag in my mouth muffling the grunt that was threatening to escape my throat. I made sure not to whimper as the pain overwhelmed me. I did not want to feed Enid the satisfaction of having me cry out.
Each stroke was harder than the previous and by the time he set the whip down, my back was burning in great pain, and my hands were shivering in the cuffs.
My eyes were blazing with hate as I glared at him, tears were in my eyes but they did not drop and my mouth was filled with the bitter-sweet taste of the pain.
"Mildred," he called out, I chose to ignore him.
My attention was on what
