And that was something I never wanted to speak about to any soul.
WHIP!
I hope someone is keeping up with the count because I certainly wasn’t, and I wasn’t in a position to receive more than 20.
WHIP!
I could feel my nails digging through my flesh as the pain on my back kept intensifying. My tears were falling down in streams now.
WHIP!
I don’t think I can take this anymore. I was on the verge of begging him to stop, as the lashes never seemed to end.
WHIP!
I heard the whip drop on the ground indicating that my punishment was over. I have no idea what sort of state the shirt was in. Did it have any blood on it? God I hoped not.
“Stand up and turn around Ella” alpha Klaus ordered in a very tight voice.
It took me a second to feel my legs, as the only thing I was feeling right now was agony.
I shakily got up and turned around to face him. When he saw my face, I saw a flicker of pain cross his features. It was gone in a blink it must have been my imagination. I also heard multiple gasps from the pack when I turned to face the alpha. Ok, my back was definitely bleeding through my shirt. The question is, how much bleeding was there?
I saw him take the same knife I tried to kill myself with earlier and cut his palm to draw blood for the ritual. He let a few drops fall to the empty cup on the table to my right. Then, extended the knife for me to do the same thing he did. I took it, as my hands were shaking so badly from the pain I was trying so hard to hide, I did the same thing, the cut I made on my palm not even registering on my pain scale, and let my blood mix with his. I put the knife down on the table and lifted the cup. I cleared my throat and took a breath to steady my voice as I looked up into his eyes, which were a little concerned.
“I, Ella Forbes, submit myself fully to you alpha Klaus Morgan” my voice was surprisingly steady, thankfully. I swallowed the contents of the cup in a single shot and put it back on the table.
“You are dismissed” he said to his pack loudly.
Everyone left the auditorium at once. I was about to dismiss myself too, when alpha Klaus stood in my way. I looked up at him and saw deep anger itched into his face. Oh, god what did I do to him now?
“Are you o…” he cut himself off before finishing the question. I was silently praying that he wouldn’t ask me to lift my shirt up.
“I want you to go see a doctor at the pack’s hospital, Ella. You are bleeding through your shirt. I know it will heal, but until it does, it should probably be sanitized so you don’t get an infection or something” he said tightly barely controlling his temper.
I couldn’t quiet understand his reaction. He wanted to punish me publicly to make his new pack see what will happen if someone breaks his rules, and yet he gets mad that I was bleeding because of him. I would have expected him to be delighted that the pack; after seeing me bleed from 20 lashes only, was clearly scared of getting on his bad side now. His message couldn’t be more expressed. What the hell was he mad about then?
I only manage to nod. He steps out of my way, and I try my best to walk out of that place quickly, as I feel his eyes looking at the back of my shirt. I hurry quickly to my room to grab clean clothes and a towel, then make my way to the bathrooms. It was empty of course because everyone else is working.
I slowly unbuttoned the shirt and took a look at it. To my complete shock, it was almost completely covered in blood. I don’t think that’s what the alpha and the rest of the pack saw. I probably drenched it in blood when I knelt down in my room to get a clean pair of slippers. Otherwise, it would have been impossible to believe that twenty lashes would do such damage with only a typical flogger whip.
I discard the shirt and step into the shower. I turn the cold water on and sigh in relief as the fire on my back begins to diminish. I look down to see bloody water falling through the drain. I stay like this for about fifteen minutes, relishing in my short term, pain free, bliss. I wash my whole body from the left over mud and blood, then wash my hair.
When I finish I don’t have the heart to wrap a towel around me as it will sting my back. I get out of the shower naked and go to the tall mirror at the end of the bathroom. I turn around and gasp, my eyes tearing up at the sight of my back.
I didn’t know what it looked like before, but it looked so bad now. My open cuts were still bleeding a little, not to mention the various whip marks all over my back, some more pink than others indicating which ones were received by which alpha. My tears were falling down and I put my hand on my mouth to stifle a sob. It looked so bad.
None if this should have happened to me. It wasn’t fair at all. I didn’t deserve it, none of it, that’s why it made it so horrible to see my body this way. I was broken in every way imaginable.
Klaus’s POV
I give Joseph a nod to let Ella come to the stage. He gestures for her to move without touching her. I don’t know why Ella hates him so much and is always scared of him. Although Joseph obviously cared about her ever since last night when he caught her in the forest.
She steps into the stage and stands in front of her pack with her head held high. She looks at them without showing an ounce of fear from the upcoming punishment. Even when I told her at her cell that she will be publicly whipped, she didn’t seem afraid of it at all. It was strange, but I think it’s because she has never been whipped before that she doesn’t realize it will hurt her so much. My heart felt sorry for the pain I was about to inflect on her.
“Sit down on the ground Ella” I ordered her.
She knelt down on the ground and sat on her legs. She swept her hair to the front to give me full access, bowed her head down, and put her hands on her knees. I was caught off guard when she swept her hair out of the way. She was either in shock or so damn brave. Joseph handed me a flogger whip and stood behind me.
“I need you to count for me Joseph” I mind linked him.
I took a few steps back, prepared to give all my strength to the whipping, and began. She flinched and gasped when the first whip hit her back. I had to make each whip count, to show the pack that I will not hold back just because she was underage. My face was devoid of any emotion, but deep inside, each lash that hit her made my heart scream in pain.
Halfway through, I began to notice traces of blood staining her shirt. What the hell?
“Shit Klaus! You are making her bleed already. Take it easy” Joseph mind linked me.
“Just focus on the counting Joseph” I ordered him angrily.
Why was she bleeding? I didn’t expect her to bleed at all, it was only supposed to leave red marks, not cut her skin open! Were my whips that strong? Was she too fragile to handle 20 whips? I kept going at the same strength; but tried to avoid hitting her on the spots she was bleeding from, I couldn’t hold back in front of the entire pack.
“how much longer Joseph?” my heart can’t handle giving her anymore.
“Just three more”
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