Please refrain from opening this chapter if you are under 18 years old. Exercise discretion; this is a work of fiction with all its imaginative elements. CW: roleplay, bdsm
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Because I like the Emma White I am now. I can't lose her. I'm choosing myself over you. I'm sorry, Bright, but I don't regret trying to leave you.
— Emma
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"Clench your fist if you feel overwhelmed," Bright instructed.
Emma furrowed her brow, confused.
"I'll stop for a moment and continue once you've recovered," he said, chuckling darkly.
Emma's eyes widened in horror, and she let out a muffled scream of protest through the mouth gag. But Bright paid no heed to her cries.
He moved closer, raising the whip.
SLASH!!!
The first lash landed on Emma's bare skin with a sharp crack, leaving a red mark in its wake.
