บท 687: Crow's Roost (8)

Finally, after what felt like hours of punishment, Arpious stopped. Vela collapsed to the ground, her body limp and trembling. She felt as though she had been pushed to the brink of sanity, her mind and body screaming for relief.

Arpious knelt down beside her, gently running her fingers through Vela's hair once more. "You've done well, my naughty little slave," she whispered. "But there's one more thing we must do to complete your punishment."

Vela looked up at her Mistress who grabbed the metal cuffs and held yet another thick vial of strange liquid that reminded her of the same one she had previously swallowed.

Arpious motioned for Vela to stand up, still trembling and panting from the flogging, her skin glowing red in some places, and marked with deep welts in others. Vela obeyed, with her bound hands clutching at her sides, her legs shaking with exhaustion and arousal.

"Come here," Arpious commanded, her voice low and seductive.