Trigger Warning ⚠️: This chapter contains graphic violence, physical abuse, and intense emotional distress. Reader discretion is advised.
**Sunday**
The basement's silence was punctuated by the distant, persistent ringing of a phone. Struggling with exhaustion, I managed to lift it to my ear.
"Luna?" My voice was barely audible, fraught with pain.
"Are you okay?" Luna's voice crackled through with urgency.
The basement door burst open. Vivienne Foster stormed in, her gaze locked onto me. Before I could react, she wrenched the phone from my hand.
"Luna, Elio's fine," Vivienne said flatly. "I'll call you back later." She ended the call abruptly and threw the phone onto a nearby workbench.
Vivienne's gaze turned to my father, who stood with a grim set of tools. "Victor, he needs to be whipped 110 times. Make sure the muzzle's on him first."
My father nodded and retrieved the muzzle and whipped from the corner. He fastened the muzzle tightly around my face, silencing any cries before they could form. The first lash of the whip struck my back, a sharp, burning pain that made me gasp.
Each crack of the whip was a fresh wave of agony, causing me to flinch and tremble. Vivienne watched with a cold, detached satisfaction.
When the whipping finally ended, my father reattached the chains, leaving me collapsed on the cold, concrete floor. He and Vivienne exchanged a brief, approving glance before she turned and ascended the stairs. The basement door slammed shut behind her, leaving me alone in the darkness, my body aching and throbbing.
In the shadows, I clung to the fading memory of Luna's voice-a distant comfort amid the relentless pain..
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My Sunflower(Elio Story)
RomanceUpdate: Every Saturday and Sunday and Monday The story follows Elio, a shy and introverted teenager who harbors deep feelings for Luna, the popular girl at school. Despite their starkly different backgrounds and struggles, Elio finds solace in Luna...
