Isadora's eyes widened as a scream erupted from her throat.
Her eyes were filled with confusion and pain. She had never felt this kind of pain before.
Being poisoned was like having a thousand snakes biting and chewing her intestines but what his lordship planned to do or what he already had been doing was worse.
Immediately she felt the loose proximity between the metal rod and her lap, her hands walked their way down to her lap. The sounds of the chain echoing as her struggle to calm herself down increased.
She did not even think he would try to burn her. Her lips were shaking vigorously. White smoke found its way out of the boiling metal rod that had just scorched her lap.
Isadora stared at her glistened lap and at the man she presumed to be more than heartless, her mouth not finding words.
