"I don't want to be your mate." she tells me. "Why don't you want to be my mate, sweetheart?" I ask, wincing when she growls at me. "Don't fucking call me that." she snaps. "Why?" "Because I can't be Luna." she whispers. Just for a split second, I see pain in her eyes, but the emotion disappears as soon as it came. "Y...
"Stop. Stop, please." I sob as the whip comes down on my back once more. "Shut up yo-" my tormentor's words are cut off by a ferocious growl. I sense another masculine figure in the dark room, but can't make out a word he's shouting. The burning and searing pain that I'm experiencing is just too much. A sickening snap...