122 Taking it

Enikil's POV

The man with the whip was not a stranger to doing whippings. I knew the difference between a soft touch with the whip that leaves painful with welts, and a heavy hand that slices the skin to the bone. The man cracked the whip at the stones in the walls first to warm up his arm, then to test his precision. The man was good.

Seeing Aya flinch when the whip cracked, I moved a step toward her but remembered that this was what she wanted. To respect the Laws in her native country, and uphold Nobunaga and his decision. My eyes gazed at Nobunaga, who closed and locked the door. He nodded to the man with the whip."Let the punishment commence," he said in a commanding tone. Aya's eyes stayed on me, as she readied herself for the first strike of the whip to cross the exposed skin of her back.