Within the room illuminated by candles, the air was filled with an unusual fragrance, mixed with a faint smell of sweat.
After the girl had finished her bath, her hair was not yet completely dry.
Slightly damp hair casually draped behind her... and the shoulder of her sleepwear had slipped down, revealing the smooth skin between her shoulder and neck.
Supervisor Tabine was kneeling and crouched not far in front of the girl.
His hands were tied behind his back, and his eyes were covered with a black cloth... saliva was slowly dripping from his mouth.
The girl was sitting at the edge of the bed, legs crossed... in her hand was a notebook that Supervisor usually carried around.
Pa—!
In her other hand was a two-foot-long whip—at that moment, the whip lashed directly onto Supervisor Tabine's back—he was only wearing pants, and his back was already marked with several fresh red welts—clearly, they were newly made.
