Warning!Gore
Sounds of a whip falling on an exposed skin filled the air. Each time it fell, a Yelp would resonate in the empty dungeon.
As though fueled by the pain filled cries, the punisher only raised it higher before dropping it back down.
This went on until the punishment passed. Whether from the loss of blood or in pain, none knew. Only then did Zander drop the whip in his hands.
His exposed chest was wet from all the sweating. His muscles looked shiny and sexy at the same time. The woman who stood watching at the far end of the room trembled a little.
If only the scene was accompanied by too much blood, she would have gladly taken him to bed.
She couldn't though. He looked really scary. With his blood red orbs and devilish smile, she couldn't tell what he had in mind.
