Whispers of Guilt

Nadine screamed. One smack split the corner of her lip.

“Continue,” Killian murmured, never lifting his eyes from the book in his hands.

Smack! Smack!

Each blow landed harder than the last until her mouth filled with the copper taste of blood.

“Please... spare me, Killian... please,” she gasped between strikes.

She had heard tales of Killian’s cruelty before and had felt perversely proud, certain