Warning: Abusive material in this chapter. Read at own risk.

Felicity's POV.

After school I arrived home and decided I would take a nap, I was feeling really tired. I walked up to my room without incident, dropped onto my bed and fell asleep.

Suddenly I'm woken by this pain in the side of my face, I was slapped. I look up to see him standing over me with the most terrifying face on, what did I do now?! He reaches for me and drags me off the bed by my hair. I'm surprised I haven't gone bald already, I'd laugh if I weren't so scared.

"Why is it so difficult for you to hold onto one man, Licy. Are you so stupid, to ugly maybe? Maybe I should show you what ugly is.", he sneers at me. I try my best not to whimper and cower back but I can't help it. He pulls me up and half drags me out of the room, I don't even struggle anymore. That is until I see where he's taking me.

"Please, please not to the Red Room! Please! I will do everything I can, I promise!" I scream and beg but none have effect on him.

"It's too late! You want to know how I found out you weren't doing your job properly? I was visiting a friend and his daughter comes in to tell us how she saw the Alpha talking to his mate and how they seemed to be in an very intimate conversation. How could you let this happen?! You are so useless! I'll teach you what happens when you are."

He is now fulling dragging me by my right arm, it feels as though it will pull out of its socket any minute now. I can feel the tendens and muscles crying out from the awkward position it is in. As we get closer to the Red Room I start to struggle.

"Let me go!! Please!", he opens the door and drags me in. He takes me to the Chain Wall and rips the shirt off my back. He takes my hands and chains then high up on the wall so that if my body relaxs I'm dangling with my knees unable to touch the ground. My fingers start to feel fuzzy as they begin to lose circulation, he's put the restraints on too tight.

He walks over and grabs my jaw opening my mouth with his hand. He places a gag in my mouth, with a strap also wrapping around my neck, as he moves behind me he pulls it tight so that I'm slightly choking.

I feel him move away over to the chest of what he calls his "toys", I hear something fall to the ground and as he walks a distance behind me I hear it slither on the ground with every step he takes. I take a deep breath and make a slight whimper knowing the pain that is to come next.

I sense him lift up his arm and a "crack!" is heard. My back is filled with unbearable pain as the first lash is placed. This continues again and again until I feel the hundredth lash is given and I vomit from the pain. My head falls forward and I slightly chock on the vomit, only a little escapes around the barrier of the gag. I end up swallowing it, it is my only escape from the discomfort of keeping it in my mouth.

As I continue to count my lashes I reach one hundred and fifty until he finally decides to stop. My legs have lost all feeling and I'm just dangling from my arms. Their put in a lot of strain, I can only slightly feel the pain from the stretching of my arms and I've almost completely lost all feeling in them.

"I'm going to leave you here for a couple hours. I want you to think about what you've done and what you need to now be doing. I don't want to hear of you messing up again do you hear me?"

I don't make any response so he gets angry and walks over to me grabbing my hair harshly and pulling my head black so I look up into his face. I stare into his beady eyes with my half closed ones.

"Do you hear me?!", I slightly nod my head in response. This seems to satisfy him so with one last hard slap to my face he walks out the door leaving me on my own. As I dangle there I feel my stomach grumble, I forgot to eat dinner. Thankfully I feel myself drift to sleep and my eyes close the rest of the way. Pure bliss.

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Two hours later I am awakened by the feeling of my restraints being loosened and removed. As he removes the gag pieces from my throat and mouth my puke come out and fall to the ground. "You're disgusting", he sneers into my ear. I fall to the ground unable to move. I feel him pick me up and throw me over his shoulder.

Three minutes later I'm dropped into my bathroom shower. I can already feel the bruises forming in my hip from the drop.

He turns the water on and walks out of the room, a couple second later I hear my bedroom door shut. As the water begins to sweep into my freshly made wounds I cry out in pain. I slowly try and stand up so I can wash properly and remove the rest of my clothes. It was a long process trying to remove my pants without opening my wounds further.

I turn my back completely to the on-coming flow of water and hold myself up against the wall as I feel dizziness affect me. I'm just glad I will have no scars. Seeing as the whip was not made of silver they will heal well over night.

I grab my towel and dry myself off, as I put my towel up to dry I see blood all over it. I begin to cry again as I gaze at my towel, I think about looking at my back in the bathroom mirror but decide against it. I have a pretty good idea of what it looks like from when I saw it the last time, except I know this time it will be worse since I got half more this time.

I move to my bed and lay down on my side, I hiss in pain as the lashes rest against the soft bed sheets. To me they now just feel like sandpaper against my ragged skin. I'm too tired to wrap the wounds, I let myself fall asleep without another thought to the world.

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