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Something touched the back of her neck, dragging down the center of her spine to her ass. A shiver ran along the same path in its wake, dread creeping beneath her skin.
“Relax, Callie. Just relax. Look at me.”
Dread turned into ice, turning her cold. It was coming, sheknewit was coming. All she had to do was focus, on anything and everything else but—
Swoosh, crack.
Sweat sprang like acid over her entire body. She fell forward, her palms landing on Evander’s hard chest, fingers into claws and gouging into his muscles.
The wail that tore from her was a thousand times worse than anything the belt could yield. Wild and primal, a frantic cry for someone to help.
Evander shifted, his cock adding pressure to some sick spot inside her. Sitting up, he wrapped his arms around her as she clung, sobbing against his shoulder.
Swoosh, crack.
The scars on her back, ass, and thighs throbbed in remembrance. Well-acquainted with the sheer agony that noise inspired. She burned, inside and out, as her father always warned her she would.
“It’s not real, babygirl. I promise you, it’s not real.” The pain in Evander’s voice was as savage as her own. “Open your eyes and look at me, Callie. Now.”
Shaking her head, she buried her face into his throat.
Swoosh, crack.
The muscles in her ass twitched; a hand smoothed over them carefully, and even as she braced for the bite of salt in open wounds, something clicked in her head.
Somethingimportant.
Sniffling, damn near vibrating with terror, she twisted her head until she could see her right flank. From the corner of her eye, she saw the cane lift, heard the wickedswoosh, followed by thecrackthat threatened to empty her bladder…but the lethal length of wood never connected withher.
It didn’t stop the flinch, or the cry of alarm.
It didn’t stop her insides clenching on Evander’s cock like a vice.
Her tears, however, began to slow.
“Good girl,” Elias praised emphatically. “Good fucking girl, Callie.”
“Breathe, babygirl. Trust us.”
Swoosh, crack.
Swoosh, crack.
Swoosh, CRACK.
Three in quick succession. Bile rose in her throat, was forced down again. Jittering like a junkie on a high, she concentrated not on the sounds, nor the sweat dripping into her eyes.
She took comfort in the beat of Evander’s heart beneath her hand, and the scent of Elias’s aftershave. The atmosphere in the room—tense, yes, but it wasn’t full of the vicious rage emanating from a psychopath with a sadist’s bent to punish.
When she went limp, it felt like a chunk of weight was gone from her shoulders.
“Perfect little girl,” Elias said warmly. “Our perfect, beautiful, little girl.”
“Take a minute, Callie. Catch your breath. You’ve done so well.”
Callie realized belatedly she was panting, much like an unfit runner in a marathon. Lungs heaving, straining. And the rest of her…well, ragdolls possessed more spine in their floppy bodies than she did just now.
Inside her, Evander’s cock flexed.
