C158 Cuts And Bruises

ZYLIAH'S POV

I watched through a haze of exhaustion as the doctor cleaned the cuts on my face. Each swipe of the antiseptic was a fresh sting, a sharp reminder of the whip's kiss.

He had just finished tending to the bruises on my back. Whip marks that had spilled my blood. Martino was the devil himself, and I hoped he rotted in jail for life.

The three cousins were present