"S-Stop hurting me!" Louisanna exclaimed at the top of her breath as Domhall's whip created a deep wound onto her skin, causing her body to tremble as her breathing became heavy.
She didn't know what happened. Everything happened as fast as the wind.
She remembered it clearly— Domhall supported her when she was about to fall, but in one snap, both her hands were tied in a silver chain with a rounded collar gripped onto her wrists.
The chains were low to the point she could grip her hands on the chains, but her strength wasn't enough to break them. The only thing she could do was hold it tightly and endure the pain coming from different parts of the skin.
"Why would I?" Domhall asked in a playful voice as a cocky smile escaped his lips.
He placed a massive amount of power and energy on the black long whip he was holding and whipped her in a count she couldn't remember.