With a swift movement, he reached down and ripped her dress from her body, the fabric tearing with ease. Lina screamed, her hands flying to cover her exposed skin, but it was no use. Damian grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head, his grip tight and unyielding. She felt the coolness of the metal handcuffs snap around her wrists, the cold bite of the metal sending a shiver down her spine.
The room was silent, except for the sound of her ragged breathing and the soft jingle of the handcuffs. Damian stepped back and took a moment to stare at her trembling form, his eyes lingering on her bare flesh. Then, without warning, he brought the whip down with a crack that echoed through the room. The leather bit into her skin, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.
Lina’s scream escaped through the quiet, her body arching off the bed. The pain was unlike anything she had ever felt-sharp and searing. She squirmed under his hold, her legs kicking out as she desperately tried to escape.
Damian didn’t stop. With each strike of the whip, he felt the anger inside him grow stronger. He watched her flinch and cry out, her skin turning red and raw as he whipped her . He had to make her understand, had to make her feel the pain she had caused.
Lina’s eyes were squeezed shut, her body writhing beneath his hand. She screamed and pleaded, but the words fell on deaf ears. Damian was lost in his anger, the need for vengeance overpowering any sense of pity or mercy he might have once felt.
The whip landed on her skin again, and Lina’s cries grew more frantic. She struggled against the handcuffs, her eyes flying open to meet his. They were filled with fear and desperation.
Damian’s hand paused, the whip hovering in the air. He saw the raw terror in her gaze and felt a twinge of satisfaction. But it wasn’t enough. He needed her to truly understand the depth of his anger, the extent of her betrayal.
With a furious growl, he grabbed the fabric of her ruined dress and tore it away from her body. The material gave way easily, revealing her bare flesh to his vengeful eyes. He threw the shreds of fabric across the room, watching them flutter to the floor like the remnants of her deceit.
The whip raised through the air again, landing with pain against her thigh. Lina’s scream pierced the silence, her body convulsing with pain. Damian’s eyes narrowed, his grip on the whip handle tightening. He wasn’t done yet. He couldn’t be done until she felt the full weight of his wrath.
Her bare skin was already full with red lines, some of them already starting to ooze with blood. Each strike brought a new wave of agony, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of breaking her completely. Instead, she gritted her teeth and endured, her eyes flashing defiance.
But with every blow, the pain grew more intense, and she felt the beginnings of despair creeping in. Her body was no match for his strength, and she knew she couldn’t fight him. With a final, desperate attempt, she tried to twist away from the whip, her legs kicking wildly.
Damian’s eyes narrowed, and he grabbed her ankle, yanking her back into place. The whip landed hard across her stomach, the force of the strike making her gag. She felt a warm wetness spreading between her legs and knew she had lost control of her bladder. The humiliation was almost as unbearable as the pain.
“Please, Damian, stop!” she screamed, her voice hoarse from crying. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!”
Damian’s eyes remained cold and unforgiving, his grip on the whip unyielding. He didn’t want to stop; he wanted her to feel the depth of his anger and pain. But as the words left her lips, something shifted in his chest. He saw the desperation in her eyes, the way her body trembled uncontrollably, and the way she had soiled herself in fear.
Slowly, he lowered the whip and took a step back. Lina’s sobs grew louder as she realized the punishment had ceased. She lay there, naked and broken, her body filled of red welts and bruises. She didn’t dare to look at him, fearing that any movement would prompt him to start again.
With a jerky movement, Damian began to unbutton his shirt. His eyes never left hers as he shed his clothing, piece by piece, revealing the taut muscles beneath. Lina’s chest heaved as she watched, her mind racing. What more could he possibly want from her?
When he was fully naked, his erection standing tall and demanding, he climbed onto the bed. His weight pushed down on her, and she could feel the heat of his skin against hers. “Isnt this what you wanted, Lina?” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. “To have me inside you, to feel my power?”
Lina’s eyes widened with horror as she felt his hand move between her thighs. She tried to shake her head, to beg him to stop, but her voice was lost in a sea of pain and fear. Her body felt bruised and battered, the whip marks on her skin a stark contrast against the white sheets.
“Damian, no, please,” she sobbed, her voice barely audible. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I don’t want this. I don’t want this!”
But her pleas fell on deaf ears as he straddled her, his erection pressing against her thigh. The leather of the whip was sticky with her blood, and she could feel its residue on her skin as he leaned over her, his hands on her hips.
“Isnt this what you wanted, Lina?” he whispered, his breath hot on her neck. “To feel me inside you and for you to have mu kids?”
Lina’s eyes widened with horror. She had never wanted this from Damian. “Please,” she begged, her voice a mere whisper. “I didn’t want it to go this far. I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”
Damian stared at her for a long moment, his grip tightening on her hips. Then, his expression softened slightly, and he leaned closer, his voice dropping to a murmur. “You wanted Aurora to know her place,” he said, his eyes boring into hers. “To show her that she’s just a possession, a toy to be used and discarded.”