and swiped the inside of my mouth, and it tasted so good, so sweet. I couldn’t make out the difference between Sang and Annabelle’s blood and that disturbed me. Was it because they were blood-mother and child that their blood was so similar? I didn’t know the answer, but I felt stupid for drinking the tea without even suspecting that it might’ve been poisoned or something. Ugh, sometimes I was such an idiot.
“Can I see Sang?” I asked in the most innocent of tones.
Annabelle titled her head in contemplation and replied with a giggle, “Sure, why not. I’m sure you’ll be so angry at the state he’s in that steam will spew out of your ears.”
She sounded just like one of the prissy cheerleaders I went to high school with.
I bit my bottom lip as she snapped her fingers, and Grey bound my hands behind my back. Annabelle led the way through a long corridor and down a flight of steps. It was eerily dark and quiet as I descended the steps. I heard the lash of a whip, and a person whimpered. When we made it to the floor, I saw Sang naked, back pressed to the wall, hands nailed down, and legs strapped wide apart on the floor. A large burly man flogged him with a whip, and I flinched as Sang cried out as it hit his chest and blood streamed down his torso.
“Stop it. Make it stop!” I begged. Annabelle smiled cruelly from ear to ear, and she got onto her knees and crawled to Sang, blood wetting the ends of her good dress as she did so.
“Oh, my poor, poor Chester,” she cooed and kissed his forehead. I wanted to hit her so bad at that moment! Just sucker-punch her right in that grimy mouth and knock a few teeth out for eternity.
The bitch. How could she do this to Sang? What had he done to deserve this?
“Bathe him and prepare him for my bedchambers tonight,” she said to the man that held the whip.
To Lord Grey she whispered, “Take Lily to my bedchambers right now and place her at the foot of my bed.”
She then went up the steps in a whirlwind of green fabric and high-heels clinking . Grey shoved me after her. I stared into Sang’s bloody eyes, and he stared back and gave me a smile before I was forced to turn around and continue upward.
Lord Grey covered my eyes with his hands as he pushed me along, and finally he let me go, mounted me on the bed, and tied my hands and legs spread-eagle at the foot and left me alone. My feet barely touched the blanket, and my arms were up above my head uncomfortably.
The bed was extraordinary. It was larger than a king-sized and had a soft blanket with red roses decorating it and plush pillows with golden fringes and silk cases piled by the headboard. The nightstands had dozens of vases of multi-colored roses and different types of flowers. Her wallpaper was black with lithe dragons flying across it, and at the head of the bed was a great mahogany board with a painted lion lunging out from the drawing. Her dressers were all decorated with scarlet cloth and were made of the finest wooded craftsmanship, the handles curling into claws and snakes. There was a great black filmy canopy over her bed in which I rubbed my head against and impatiently waited for someone to come into the room.
The arched window in the corner of the room by a red velvet couch was shaded by a midnight blue blind, and I didn’t know what time of day of it was; only it was late in the morning.
I sagged against my bonds and moved my wrist, an ankle, but that was it. Nothing else. Birds chirped their songs outside. One kept repeating itself which grew irritating. I kept my gaze rested on the bed, waiting for someone to come in. I didn’t know how long I stayed in that position, only that I nodded off a few times and my thoughts were focused solely on Sang and how I could get him and myself out of this mess.
Finally, the doorknob turned in the corner of my eye, and I saw Annabelle stride in with Sang beside her. He was dressed in a simple brown shirt with leggings and bare feet which were
“Can I see Sang?” I asked in the most innocent of tones.
Annabelle titled her head in contemplation and replied with a giggle, “Sure, why not. I’m sure you’ll be so angry at the state he’s in that steam will spew out of your ears.”
She sounded just like one of the prissy cheerleaders I went to high school with.
I bit my bottom lip as she snapped her fingers, and Grey bound my hands behind my back. Annabelle led the way through a long corridor and down a flight of steps. It was eerily dark and quiet as I descended the steps. I heard the lash of a whip, and a person whimpered. When we made it to the floor, I saw Sang naked, back pressed to the wall, hands nailed down, and legs strapped wide apart on the floor. A large burly man flogged him with a whip, and I flinched as Sang cried out as it hit his chest and blood streamed down his torso.
“Stop it. Make it stop!” I begged. Annabelle smiled cruelly from ear to ear, and she got onto her knees and crawled to Sang, blood wetting the ends of her good dress as she did so.
“Oh, my poor, poor Chester,” she cooed and kissed his forehead. I wanted to hit her so bad at that moment! Just sucker-punch her right in that grimy mouth and knock a few teeth out for eternity.
The bitch. How could she do this to Sang? What had he done to deserve this?
“Bathe him and prepare him for my bedchambers tonight,” she said to the man that held the whip.
To Lord Grey she whispered, “Take Lily to my bedchambers right now and place her at the foot of my bed.”
She then went up the steps in a whirlwind of green fabric and high-heels clinking . Grey shoved me after her. I stared into Sang’s bloody eyes, and he stared back and gave me a smile before I was forced to turn around and continue upward.
Lord Grey covered my eyes with his hands as he pushed me along, and finally he let me go, mounted me on the bed, and tied my hands and legs spread-eagle at the foot and left me alone. My feet barely touched the blanket, and my arms were up above my head uncomfortably.
The bed was extraordinary. It was larger than a king-sized and had a soft blanket with red roses decorating it and plush pillows with golden fringes and silk cases piled by the headboard. The nightstands had dozens of vases of multi-colored roses and different types of flowers. Her wallpaper was black with lithe dragons flying across it, and at the head of the bed was a great mahogany board with a painted lion lunging out from the drawing. Her dressers were all decorated with scarlet cloth and were made of the finest wooded craftsmanship, the handles curling into claws and snakes. There was a great black filmy canopy over her bed in which I rubbed my head against and impatiently waited for someone to come into the room.
The arched window in the corner of the room by a red velvet couch was shaded by a midnight blue blind, and I didn’t know what time of day of it was; only it was late in the morning.
I sagged against my bonds and moved my wrist, an ankle, but that was it. Nothing else. Birds chirped their songs outside. One kept repeating itself which grew irritating. I kept my gaze rested on the bed, waiting for someone to come in. I didn’t know how long I stayed in that position, only that I nodded off a few times and my thoughts were focused solely on Sang and how I could get him and myself out of this mess.
Finally, the doorknob turned in the corner of my eye, and I saw Annabelle stride in with Sang beside her. He was dressed in a simple brown shirt with leggings and bare feet which were
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