Chapter 8

Thus, I unleashed all my hatred for them, the whip tightly gripped in my hand.

I didn't stop until I was exhausted from the constant strikes. Only then did a warm hand wrap around mine, gently taking the whip away.

"You can leave if you've had enough of them," Trent said. "You shouldn't waste any more of your energy on them."

As I left the villa, I asked, "What will you do with them?"

Trent simply smiled and continued to look at me. "How would you like me to deal with them?"

"I think they've suffered enough," I replied. "Let's hand them over to the police. I'm sure you can ensure they suffer in prison for the rest of their lives."

I knew I'd face the consequences of the law if I tortured them to death myself. But Trent was more than capable of making sure they paid, and I didn't want him to get caught up with the law either.

Trent gently tucked my hair behind my ear, his voice soft as he asked, "Can we not go through with the divorce, please?"

I took a step back and shook my he