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Rated R Trigger warning.

"Strap him to the wall and let's begin. I have places to be," Father grunts as he absently glances toward the females in cells just around the corner.

Roger and a new lackey who I don't recognize take my wrists. I turn willingly and allow them to bind my ankles and wrists to the stained wood my father has used to hurt me for years.

Getting whipped hurts, but the strength behind the lashes from my father's men isn't that powerful. Most of them are omegas and workers from other packs. Pair their strength with the fact silver doesn't hurt me much anymore and I can get through being whipped pretty easily. It would be a different story if an Alpha took a whip to my back. Plus this is for Adeline.

I wasn't lying when I told her I was happy she tried to escape this place. I would take endless punishment if she wants to continue to attempt freedom, but I can't guarantee my father would only punish me. He might kill her and I would lose what little soul I have left.