I got dragged to the feet of Lucas. I shivered as the guards threw me to the floor, right at his feet, before they moved back.
I swallowed in fear as he towered above me. I dared not look up at him but I could feel the heat of the familiar irritated glare.
"How many crimes did you commit this time, little lamb?" He asked and I shook with fear, barely taking a second before I answered him. Lucas hated slow people. I didn't even think about the question enough before I answered.
"Two, Your Majesty" I said and he laughed before he suddenly went silent. I was about to crane my head up when I heard the sickening tearing of my own skin. He had whipped me and it caught me so off guard, I shrieked in pain.
"Tsk, tsk. You forgot rule number one" he said as he whipped me again and I stifled a groan as tears streamed down my face. I was not caught off guard this time and I was very much used to this.
"Good girl," he said.
