Dylan POVI was weak, I knew that and with every stroke of the whip my energy depleted drastically. Hit after hit, the king allowed my torture to continue. After 15 strikes I finally let my tears fall, unable to keep them in any longer. I hated crying in front of people, it was a weakness that could bring joy to your enemies, but I was experiencing far too much. I knew I could do this though, I could endure anything I had to because I knew nothing would be as bad as being marked, and mated to such a cruel beast. After roughly 30 I lost consciousness for about 5 minutes, before he continued. After over 60 I met darkness again, this time for much longer, I was woken by water being thrown over me, by the time it dripped off me and reached the ground it was tinged red. My back poured with blood, my breath was erratic, my lungs stung from lack of oxygen, and my throat burnt from the screams that left it. Sweat poured off me as I feared the death that was so very near, I was too exhausted
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