4 A Painful Lash

Ceteerrr!

The sound of lashes has been heard countless times behind the brothel building. That voice was accompanied by a pained hiss that sounded pathetic.

"Namara! Do you understand now?! You can hate other people, but don't hate Mr. Eros!" shouted Verna who was gripping the black whip.

Ceteerrr!

Once again the object was flung until it landed on Namara's back. The sting of pain made the woman grimace in holdback of her scream.

Her thin white clothes simply couldn't protect her body from the force of the whip. The cloth on its back was torn mixed with blood and the skin on the back was peeled off.

Namara's palms clenched tightly. The pain was unbearable. Throughout the 20 years of her life, this was the first time she had this kind of pain.

Her feelings were mixed between anger and hatred. She vows that she will never forget what she received today.

"Do you understand, huh?!" Verna snapped.

"I understand." Namara tried to squeeze out her words. Cold sweat had fallen and wet her forehead. It was sad, but she didn't want to cry at all.

Verna snorted. Finally, she let go of the whip. "I won't be cruel as long as you are nice to me. However, I can be completely merciless if you cause trouble here!"

Namara looked down and nodded expressionlessly.

Some people who saw this incident were not sympathetic enough to Namara. They feel happy to see Namara get punished.

"That's the result if someone is arrogant. Even though she is quite beautiful, it does not guarantee she will be treated well," commented a woman who watched Namara from the window. Her name is Nera.

"Yes, you are right," said another woman.

Nera smiled derisively. "After all, I, who have lived here for a long time, must be very careful in front of Mr. Eros. What's more, a newcomer like her …."

"Verna seemed put her in the pit of death."

"And do you see? She doesn't have any strength at all! She is utter trash!" Nera spoke in mockery.

"It's pointless. It's useless if she doesn't have any strength," replied her friend.

They started laughing out loud. Seeing one of their rivals receiving torture was certainly a pleasant entertainment for them.

Namara did not know that she was currently being teased by other people. Verna is gone, now she is trying to stand up with difficulty.

"I will help you."

Suddenly Namara saw a hand stretched out in front of her face. She immediately looked up to find Xanda who was looking at her gently.

Namara was quite surprised. she didn't think that the woman who had only briefly chatted with her would help her.

"Thank you." Namara smiled a little. She accepted Xanda's helping hand and immediately stood up with her help.

Xanda supported Namara carefully so as not to touch the scars of her whip. She could feel Namara's body trembling, probably from enduring too much pain.

"You have to be more careful. There are no good people here, what's more, you are someone from another clan," said Xanda on their way.

Namara just nodded. She didn't have much energy to talk about it right now. Anyway, she knew this was all the result of her carelessness.

Xanda escorted Namara to the room and let the woman sit. She moved to close the door and returned to Namara. Without asking permission she immediately examined the woman's wound.

"Xanda, you don't have to bother—"

"I'm good at healing. Do you trust me?" Xanda interrupted Namara.

Namara can only be stunned. Xanda says there are no good people here, then does Xanda also have any intention of her?

"I will not do bad to you. Besides, there is nothing I can expect from you," said Xanda who seemed to understand what Namara was thinking. Or maybe she really could read other people's minds.

"Thank you." Finally, Namara let Xanda check it out. It's true what Xanda said. There was nothing she could give for Xanda.

Then Xanda started tearing off the top of Namara's clothes. Skin that is smooth and soft is immediately plastered real. There is a black tattoo with a strange pattern attached to Namara's left shoulder. However, she paid little heed to it.

Namara's hand was placed on her chest to hold her clothes from getting off. She felt a little embarrassed showing her body to others.

"Hold on for a moment. This might hurt," said Xanda. "And don't look back while I heal you."

Namara nodded in understanding. After that, she immediately felt a sting of pain in the area of ​​her back. Her hands gripped the empty air and her forehead creased deeply.

Xanda was horrified to see the scourge herself. There were not too many of them, but all of them were quite severe. She was sure Verna must have flogged at the same point.

A sprinkling of tiny stars seemed to envelop Xanda's hand as she began to heal Namara. The stars then move on the surface of Namara's skin.

If Namara saw it, she would be amazed. It looks so beautiful.

The wounds on Namara's back, which were originally bloody and moist, gradually began to dry up. The pain that was attacking had started to lessen now, covered by a cool sensation enveloping the wound.

Namara was amazed by Xanda's strength. That woman was not lying. Xanda is really good at healing.

A few moments later Xanda was finished. The wound on Namara's back has not completely healed or just disappeared. However, at least it had dried up. The pain was less pronounced.

"You can turn around now," said Xanda.

Namara also turned around. She shook her back several times and felt that the wound was fine.

"You're great," said Namara. A thin smile on her lips. If only she could learn magic or at least the power to heal. It will come in handy.

"This isn't anything great," Xanda replied. "Namara, I didn't think you could meet Eros so quickly."

"I didn't expect it myself." Namara shook her head. "I don't know why Verna could send me to see Eros. And I don't know more about the character of that man."

Xanda looked at Namara seriously. She asked, "Do you want to sign up to be his sex slave? The Eros Woman election will be accelerating to next week."

Namara smiled. "I've thought about this well. I'll do it. It's just that I'm not sure if that guy will choose me. You know, today I've offended him."

"I don't know why you could sacrifice yourself for that. Aren't you afraid if something happens to the Black Wings clan palace? You're not afraid of Eros tormenting you?"

Namara turned her gaze out of the window. Her gaze went blank for a moment. "I have no other way," she whispered.

Xanda didn't ask anymore. They were not close people and she had no right to stop them. Instead of forbidding, she would support Namara.

"I'll tell you everything about Eros. About the things he likes and dislikes," said Xanda.

"Are you serious?"

Xanda nodded. "I've been here a long time and know enough about him."

"Thank you," said Namara sincerely. If she could learn everything about Eros, then she was sure, she would be able to catch that man's attention.

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