Farila POV
Dilorus
Farila held her breath as the White Sage grunted on top of her. This had become a nightly ritual for him. He specially enjoyed humiliating her and making her cry. She winced in pain as his hands grabbed her naked buttocks and he grunted and screwed up his face. That usually meant the end of the session for her.
She would have exhaled in relief but she was terrified to show him any emotion. He fed off it. She was sure of that.
She remembered the day he had made her stand outside in the rain and laughed at her shivering soaking wet there.
Another time, he had made her kneel and crawl around like a dog in his room for hours, till he had whipped her and thrown a few bones her way.
