Twenty-three

After being injected with the sex drugs, Keyller felt numb with pleasurable sensations and he dropped his twitching body to the carpeted floor. His eyes turned groggy and misty and his entire body started feeling hot. His concern about Freesha was forgotten.

The shackles locked in his hands rattled as Aoife forced him to stand up after lashing him fifty times using a whip that was specially made for his punishment. His back ached, but Keyller stood his ground, not submitting to Aoife.

"Who is that woman, Rafael? Is she your fling? Does she know that you whore yourself to me so that you can stay alive?" Aoife lifted his chin with her slender fingers and stroked his jaw, not forgetting to run it on his lips.

"She is nothing, madam. Don't involve her," Keyller said panting. The effect of drugs was eating his rationality as he felt his cock aroused. He closed his eyes to not reveal his true emotions.

When he opened his eyes, they were bloodshot. He shot a dark and menacing look toward S