C109 Pound Town

The auburn-haired and cerulean-eyed woman lashes the whip on the floor, producing a crisp hiss in the air and almost making the fallen knight jolt in the chair he was fettered to. She giggles and looks at the man's torn lips. With his ears slumped and his face covered in red suffering, Kalel looked as docile as one can be. It was a sight that made her insides writhe. She raises the whip again