Page 57 of Burn Me


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I move in beside him and take the whip he hands me.

“Don’t be nervous, angel. You’ve got this.”

“I know.”

We exchange a soft smile, and then we drop to our knees.

Alistair starts the roll call, and I slam my eyes shut, just letting my instincts guide me.

“South?”

One.

The lash hits my back, and I flinch, clenching my jaw tightly.

“Present.”

“West?”

Two.

Oww.

“Present.”

“East?”

Three.

Fuck.

“Present.”

“True North?”

“Present.”

Four.

Fuck this for a game of soldiers.

“North? Present.”

The whip hits my back for the fifth time, and I’m ready to call it a day.

Raising my hand, I let it fly over my shoulder to strike myself for the sixth time.

Four more.

Please let it end.

Breathing in deeply, I whip myself for the seventh time. My back is burning, the muscles bunched up against the pain.

Two more.

Not doing this again.

One more.

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