Crack!
Crack!
Cecilia jumped each time the whip cracked against Jonathon’s back. He stood in front of her with his face blank as he took each blow stoically. She wanted to stop it. She wanted to take the blows for him. He didn’t deserve this.
"49 and finally 50," Lord Jared said as he passed the whip to his servant for it to be cleaned. Not once did Jonathon cry out. He expected him to because it wasn’t a typical whip he was using. It was a whip specially made for vampires. The whip was laced with an herb to deal more damage and pain. Jonathon would be out of commission for a while, but that was okay. He would rely on Magnus to pick up the slack.
Lord Jared watched Cecilia grab Jonathon’s shirt without prompting and help him put it back on. The human woman had bonded with him quickly. Lord Jared felt envious that this woman doted on him more than his wife doted on him.
"Anything else I can do for you, my lord?" Jonathon asked.