“…I am not calling him into a death trap…” Growling softly at him.
Even as she said it, she wondered at what point would she. There was no point of her living if he was killed. Then again, if she died she had a feeling he would know. Probably walk right into whatever trap. That would be just as much of a death sentence. Her thoughts were interrupted as the flogger came down first strike on her back. Stifling a cry, she struggled to bring her mind back to the moment. To concentrate on what he was about to do to her.