Capítulo 312: Weren't you supposed to be dead?

Staring at the sensual curve of her back, Alexander hesitated briefly before bringing down the whip.

Crack!

A crisp sound echoed as a red lash mark instantly appeared on Zoe's fair skin.

"Ah!"

Zoe winced, letting out a soft cry of pain, her cheeks flushed with the agony.

Crack!

The black whip descended once more, leaving another mark.

"Ah…"

This time, her cry intensified, elevated by fourfold pain.

"Ugh!"

When the third lash struck, Zoe's body shuddered with a tremor of pain.

"So, do you understand my capabilities now?" Alexander paused, inquiring.

Just three strikes and she's already twitching; continuing might be risky.

"Why did you stop?" Zoe evidently seemed inclined to go on, revealing a preference for the whip, similar to Anne in her black stockings.