Chapter 18

***LONDON'S POV***

I do the naked shame up to Zane's room, my buttocks is on fire. I feel so weak and I cry all the way to his room.

Zane is a beast, I have seen what he can do with his hands, and now, he used a spatula on me.

I feel my cheeks moistened with more tears, I know I shouldn't cry again, I should obey Zane's orders but he is just so hard to resist that it hurts.

I walk into Zane's bedroom and rush to his closet. I pick a new pair of black boxers and a blue shirt. I slip them on. I find a pair of black sweatpants and slide them up on my legs.

When the edges scratch the lines of my bottom, a fresh wave of pain crashes through me.

I burst into tears.

I have never felt so alone in my entire life. Life with Oliver had not been roses, but I think I will prefer living in his hell, that is the kind of pain I can bare. I know that I can live through it.

With Zane, the pain doubles, it is shameful, like a punishment for submission.

Each of Zane's strokes had be