Rhydian
I stared at Dahlia's bare ass, her skin reddened with my hand imprints as she staggered to where her clothes laid on the floor. The feeling of high it gave watching her defenseless and battered by me sent a pleasing chill in my chest.
She slipped her pretty dress back on, and the thought that she'd wore it for Riven made my jaw clench as rage boiled beneath my skin. I had to fight back from grabbing her and teaching her yet another lesson.
When she was fully clothed, her gaze locked with mine. Her eyes glistened with tears, but knowing Dahlia, she wouldn't let them fall. She'd rather bleed inside than let us know we'd hurt her.
"Can I go home now?" she said blankly, like she was the least fazed by what we did to her. Her eyes held a defiance that grated my nerves, but I saw through her facade. There was a storm brewing beneath her calm demeanor.
The punishment hadn't rattled, it was more of the fact that a twisted part of her liked it.
