Epilogue
Grigori
I circle the cross,passing the whip in between my hands, contemplating my muse. It’s been too long since I’ve enjoyed a good scene. Too bad this one’s a punishment and not just for pleasure. The pretty little thing writhes about, shrieking as each blow falls onto her unprotected skin. Based on what Jeremy told me, I can’t show her mercy. Anyone that callous can survive a few well-placed strokes.
Pulling back, I watch her. Tears stream down her face, and snot runs down her nose. To me, she’s never looked more beautiful. She’s the ticket to everything I’ve been working towards. Too bad she doesn’t realize she’s just a small pawn in a big man’s world. I feel nothing as I grab her ass, grinding my fingers into the fresh wounds.
Ivan shuffles about in the shadows, watching me work. If she survives me, maybe he’ll want her. I don’t want a submissive. Never have. I only agreed to this to help an old friend and gather a much-needed favor. Jeremy may not realize it yet, but he now owes me. I don’t know when or how, but I always collect on my debts. I should thank him, truly. I’ve been agonizing over what to do about my cousin’s disappearance, and here is my answer, strung up like a fallen angel.