Fit To Be Luna

Author’s POV

Ray looked to Lord Mastiff and the latter nodded his head as a sign for him to proceed with the whipping. Ivory heard his footsteps and all she could do at that moment, was suck in her breath, while she waited for the impact of the whip.

The clouds were beginning to form and the heavy down pour was being anticipated by every member of the pack. Ivory waited for the impact of the whip and the moment the strip came in contact with her body, lightning struck.

She held on to the texture of the sand as the whip tore through her bare back. She could only imagine what her body looked like, as the whip kept on tearing every part of her flesh.

Ivory didn't make a single noise, only her body was reacting to the beating, which was a normal occurrence for anyone.

Ray was in his fiftieth lash and all he could hope for at that moment, was for Ivory to be able to go through the pain. He didn't know how he became this monster, how he wasn't able to feel any emotions while beating her.