Chapter Twenty Two

DNLL 22

Zuri's POV

"Yes, I did, my Lord," the guard replied, proudly, feeling happy that he was about to be commended by me for brutalising a maid.

"I wanted to whip the man she was talking about when she ran in front of him," he explained, and I looked back and forth at Zuri and him.

"And the second tear?" I asked.

"That whip was intentional, my Lord, she was being stubborn, so I had to teach her some lessons," the guard said again as I darted another look at Zuri's wounds.

"Hand me the whip," I said, watching his face beam up with a smile of satisfaction.

Hot shame beamed on my face at his mocking words, and the eyes of the men in the room settled on me. I felt exposed and humiliated.

I watched Donavon hold the whip around his hands, and I closed my eyes in anticipation of the whip, on my body.

And I heard the chuckles of the men in front of me, ridiculing, until the whip landed—but not on my body.

... I heard the sound of a whip, and I opened my eyes to see the guard twirling