Rain struggled blindly to get out his hold now gripping both her arms. "What-what are you going to do!?
Wait! Please! Please stop!"
She gave no care to the pain arising from her muscles being drilled by his fingers and the excruciating twist of her tendons to abnormal positions, but persisted to thrash about haphazardly; stomping on her feet and flailing her hair about in the course.
But despite her vigorous wriggles, she couldn't free herself from Derek's resilient wicked captivity. She only ended up hurting her limbs.
Smack!
The spine-chilling sound of a whip of very thick and robust twine contacting soft flesh, resonated throughout the room, and following it, was the blood-curdling cry of a boy's voice.
Rain was driven insane instantly. Her eyes had instinctively flew open, not caring to reserve any more honor. On seeing the boy laid on the cold floor_a whip raised to lash on his bare back_ she battled even more ferociously, exceeding the limits of her strength.
