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Chapter 12:In Hell

Cynthia’s POV

I’m not entirely sure how long they’ve been torturing me, but I’m fairly certain I’m going to die here.

“Please, please, please don’t–” I protest weakly, voice barely above a rasp.

It’s useless, of course. As Beth raises the whip and sends it arcing down across the sunken flesh of my arms.

I don’t even have the energy to scream any more. I just let out a weak whimper as Beth prepares for her next strike.

As I’ve endured my torture, only one thought has been floating around my head:

Where are you, Vikrov? Vikrov, save me…

“Not so special now, are you?” Annette snarls as the next attack hits my skin.

I just groan in response, slumped against the wooden chair.

Maybe the maids were right about who I am to Vikrov.

Beth lowers the whip for a second to cross the room and adjust the restraints around my wrists until they’re almost completely cutting off my circulation.

“See?” She whispers mockingly in my ear just before she pulls away. “Just like we thought. You’re weak.”

“I
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