63 = Elizabeth

I hold in my scream as the whip connects again and again with the skin on my back. Closing my eyes I take a deep painful breath wishing that each time I had passed out, that I wouldn’t wake up again. Not expecting the next lash I can’t stop the scream that leaves my lips.

I sit up with that scream still stuck in my throat, I look around panicked expecting Graves to be nearby just waiting for me to wake. When I don’t see him I relax a little placing my hand over my heart and taking a few deep breaths.

My eyes go wide when I realise that I am not secured, knowing that Graves wouldn’t want me to get away or fight him in any way, I then look around again, only this time a little slower.

I am surprised when the room seems to be plain, there is nothing in here to say that someone actually lived or even stayed here. I would have thought that Graves’ chambers even with him being a male and a warrior, there would have been a little more of a masculine vibe to it.

It actually looked like a gues