The bearded man cracks the strap against Ty’s bound wrists, his dark skin glistening under the green waistband as Vin tightens the leather around his restrained arms. Ty lies flat on his back, muscles taut beneath the whips’ stinging arcs, his tattoos standing out against the strap-marked skin. The whipping never stops, just the way Vin holds the strap, ready to strike again.
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