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Beneath the Whip CHAPTER 53
JUDY’S POVAfter we left Chris’ city, we moved into a modest and unremarkable house situated on the outskirts of a sleepy town. It was the kind of place where the world seemed to move at a slower pace, where silence stretched long into the evenings, and a deep sense of solitude lingered in the air. The house itself was simple, almost forgettable, blending into its surroundings in a way that made it easy to overlook. Life there felt distant from the hustle and bustle we had left behind, quieter but also more isolating, as if we had stepped into a world where time itself hesitated to move forward.I had settled into the habit of waiting for my father at the intersection near our home every evening when his shift ended. It had become a small but meaningful ritual, offering a sense of stability in the midst of the upheaval that came with starting over in a new town. Those quiet moments of waiting, watching the road for his familiar figure, felt like a thread connecting us to something
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JUDY’S POVThe man’s foul breath brushed against my skin as his grip tightened around my neck, his smirk mocking my every attempt to break free. Panic surged through my veins, and my thoughts raced, desperately searching for a way out. Without thinking, I drew back as far as his grip would allow, then drove my head forward with all the force I could muster. The sharp crunch of my forehead colliding with his nose was followed by his guttural cry of pain.He stumbled backward, clutching his face as blood trickled through his fingers. “You fucking bitch!” he spat, his voice thick with rage. His companions hesitated for a moment, surprised by my defiance, but their amusement quickly turned into something far darker.My momentary triumph vanished as the man’s fury took over. His hand whipped through the air before I could react, landing a resounding slap across my face. The force of the blow sent me reeling, and pain exploded in my cheek, radiating outward. I staggered back several st
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JUDY’S POVA stinging ache spread across my cheek, accompanied by the bitter tang of blood on my tongue, as mocking laughter rang out in the background. My vision blurred with tears, but I wiped them away quickly, refusing to appear weak even though my entire body trembled. Then, cutting through the chaos of my emotions, I heard a voice—a voice I recognised instantly, cold and dripping with disdain.“Well, well, look at you now,” the voice drawled, casual and cruel.I turned my head slowly, my heart sinking as the owner of the voice stepped into view. It was Bertrand, Chris’ most loyal follower and right-hand man. He stood there with his trademark smug arrogance, his piercing gaze locking onto mine as if he had orchestrated the entire ordeal and was relishing every second of it.“This,” he said, gesturing at me sprawled on the ground and my father lying unconscious nearby, “is what happens when people overreact. You brought this upon yourself.”I glared at him, anger and disbelief
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CHRIS’ POVThe news came to me through hushed whispers and fragmented conversations—Judy’s father had been beaten and was now in the hospital. I froze when I first heard it, my thoughts spiralling into a tangled mess of uncertainty and old, unresolved anger. The mention of Judy’s father stirred memories I had tried to bury, painful echoes of the day I lost my own father. For years, I had blamed him for it, convinced that his actions, or lack thereof, had played a pivotal role in the tragedy. Moreover, I had removed that hatred on Judy, when she was innocent.Despite the bitterness that still simmered within me, I couldn’t ignore the weight of the situation. Judy and I had grown up together, and though our relationship had been strained in recent years, it wasn’t something I wanted to lose entirely. Yet, the thought of walking into that hospital room, of facing the man I had silently resented for so long, filled me with hesitation.“Should I go?” I asked aloud, more to myself than t
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JUDY’S POVI had been staying by my father’s side the entire time, unable to leave him for even a moment. His condition weighed on me like a heavy stone, each passing hour filling me with a sense of helplessness and guilt. My mother, too, had been deeply affected. Overnight, the stress and anguish had aged her; her face had grown pale and hollow, and dark circles lingered beneath her tired eyes. She looked frail, a shadow of the strong woman I had always known.Her pain came with blame—blame directed towards me, and blame directed towards the choices we had made. “If only we hadn’t left Chris’ house,” she had muttered to herself more than once, her voice cracking under the weight of her grief. “If only we had stayed and let Jason find us jobs. None of this would have happened. None of it.”At first, I stayed silent. I couldn’t bring myself to argue or refute her words, because deep down, I feared she was right. Her accusations, though quiet and mournful, began to chip away at my re
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CHRIS’ POVJudy’s voice echoed in my mind as I left the hospital room, her accusations cutting deeper than I wanted to admit. I didn’t think I had done anything wrong, yet her anger was so intense, so personal, it left me shaken.I called my mother immediately, my hands trembling as I dialled her number. In the chaos of emotions threatening to consume me, she was my anchor—the one person who could offer solace when everything felt unbearable. My voice faltered as I spoke her name, the lump in my throat tightening with each word. I poured out the turmoil in my heart, the weight of Judy’s accusations pressing heavily on me. My mother’s voice was calm yet filled with concern, a lifeline in my storm. Her words, though simple, were a balm, reminding me I wasn’t alone in this nightmare.But just as I turned to leave, the police walked in, their firm presence filling the already tense air. "We’re here to ask about the events on the day of the assault," one officer said, addressing Judy dir
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JUDY’S POVChris’ mother arrived at the hospital with a commanding presence that turned every head in the room. She exuded an air of authority, her voice calm but edged with indignation as she immediately leapt to her son’s defense.“This is ridiculous,” she announced, her gaze sweeping over everyone in the room. “Chris would never do something so cruel. He’s being unfairly blamed, and I won’t stand for it.”Her words sliced through the heavy tension, igniting a fire in my mother, who was already on edge from the stress of my father’s condition. My mother, her eyes red-rimmed from worry and exhaustion, turned to face her, her voice rising.“Unfairly blamed?” my mother snapped, her hands trembling with barely contained anger. “My husband is lying here unconscious because of your son’s loyal lackey, and you expect us to believe Chris had no idea? How convenient for you to defend him without a second thought!”I stood frozen between the two women, my own emotions swirling in a chaotic st
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CHRIS’ POVThe decision to take matters into my own hands wasn’t easy—it was born out of desperation, frustration, and an unyielding need to set things right. The weight of guilt and suspicion hung around my neck like a chain, pulling me down with every breath. I couldn’t sleep without hearing Judy’s cutting words or seeing the betrayal in her eyes. Her mistrust wasn’t just a blow to my pride; it was a dagger to my heart. I couldn’t bear the thought that she truly believed I would harm her father—or anyone, for that matter.Each morning, I woke with a sense of purpose, tempered by the ache of isolation. My first task was to dig into my father’s past—a man who had always been my anchor, my moral compass. Now, I was unravelling his life, seeking clues among the threads of his relationships and business dealings. It felt invasive, almost wrong, to sift through his private affairs, but the need for answers outweighed my discomfort.I started by reaching out to old colleagues, hoping th
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JUDY’S POVThe timing was uncanny, as though he had been waiting for this very moment. My heart fluttered at the sight of his name lighting up the screen, a rush of anticipation mingled with a hint of unease as I hesitated just long enough before swiping to answer.As the call connected, Chris’ familiar face appeared, framed by the soft glow of his surroundings. Even through the small screen, his presence was undeniable—his sharp features illuminated in a way that made them look almost softer, more inviting. But it was more than just his appearance. There was something in the way he filled the space between us, commanding my attention effortlessly, making everything else fade into the background. The world outside the frame seemed to lose its meaning the moment he looked at me.“How was the party?” he asked, his tone casual but with an undertone of curiosity that I knew all too well.I hesitated for a moment, uncertain of how much to reveal, but then the words spilled out, and I bega
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JUDY’S POVWow! The silence stretched between us like a fragile thread, taut with all the emotions I was too afraid to voice. I fiddled with the hem of my shirt, staring at the muted glow of my phone, my heart thundering in my chest. Chris was still on the other end of the line, waiting, his quiet patience making the moment feel heavier.And then, before I could stop myself, the words slipped out, soft but laden with truth, “I missed you too.”There was a pause, just long enough for my face to flush with the realisation of what I had said. I didn’t plan to admit it—it wasn’t even fully clear to me until the words had left my lips. However it was true. Despite everything that had transpired, despite the confusion, the anger, and the hurt, I missed him. I missed his voice, his steady presence, the way he made me feel both safe and unsteady at the same time.It wasn’t simple longing; it was far more complicated than that. I missed him because, for better or worse, Chris had seen throu
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JUDY’S POVThe silk ropes brushed against my skin, their softness betraying the firm grip they had on my wrists and ankles. My breathing quickened as Chris tied the final knot, his movements deliberate and steady. I had agreed to this, albeit hesitantly, as part of my attempt to understand the pull Chris had over me and, perhaps, over myself. However now, as I lay bound and blindfolded, I could feel every nerve in my body coming alive in ways I hadn’t anticipated.The blindfold darkened my world, plunging me into an unfamiliar void. Without sight, every sound seemed louder, every touch magnified. I could hear Chris moving around the room—his footsteps, the subtle rustle of fabric, the soft creak of furniture. My heart pounded against my ribcage, torn between curiosity and apprehension."Are you okay?" Chris’ voice came from somewhere close, deep and reassuring.I nodded, my words failing me. The silk around my wrists wasn’t painful, but it held me firmly in place, leaving me both vul
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JUDY’S POV“I swear, I’ll make it up to you and I know it’ll take time…”Just when I thought that Chris would continue, that was the time when he decided to change the atmosphere in the room. I looked up to him and said nothing. Then, to my amazement, he gives me his hand to help me get up. “Come, I’ll guide you through the props.”Chris proved to be an exceptional guide, walking me through the intricacies of every detail with a clear and engaging explanation. His knowledge seemed boundless as she dived into the specifics of dungeons, dungeon masters, and the intricately designed scene rooms, each carefully curated with a unique array of props tailored to enhance the ambiance of its theme. Throughout the visit, his gaze rarely left me, his attention more focused on my reactions than on the explanations themselves. We passed through a variety of rooms, each with its own distinct purpose and aesthetic, until we arrived at one that caught my attention. Chris paused here, his tone s
