Lavenia's POV
Bella tied my hands and feet to each corner of the room. I was right in the middle of the room with my arms and legs spread wide. My body felt as if it were floating, almost slipping to the floor, but the bonds seemed to force me to stay standing even though my legs could no longer support my weight.
"Bella... please, let me go..." I whimpered. My face and parts of my body ached, but she just stood still while watching me dying slowly.
Bella wasn't the one carrying out the punishment. She'd simply asked a few rogues to do the job—to make me their plaything, and it had been going on for several days. Not being sexually assaulted was one thing I should be grateful for.
I've been through far worse, anyway.
Slow but sure, my body began to shake violently. The same memories instantly flooded my mind.
Especially whenever a few rogues entered the room and grinned savagely, Dalton's shadow instantly appeared. That trauma again… that incident again.
