Dog

This author isn't an advocate for women's abuse; it's fictional. This chapter has mature content and abuse.

Whip! Whip!

“Ahhhhh! Let me go. Please, let me go. Let me go.” Aster screamed and wailed at the top of her lungs while attempting to flee from the assault caused by the men above.

But regardless of what Aster did, she couldn't escape from the guards and the brutal whips that tore her skin the instant they landed on her.

The wide room was cramped up with over thirty naked guards occasionally walking to the bed. At the epicenter of the wide room was a bed, which Aster currently lay on, attending to a few of the several guards.

Aster's face was extremely pale—it was not an overestimation to say her face was as white as a sheet; currently, her face and skin were flushed due to the pain that coursed through her; a couple of red marks lay on her skin; red and blue-black bruises lay on her skin; and her hair was extremely tousled and messy.

Aster's clothes have long been discarded,