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307 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published November 27, 2007
Another crack, and this time I felt like a knife had sliced through the skin of my lower back. Something tickled, and I realized it was the drip of blood. Before I had a chance to process that thought, the whip struck again.
This time, I did scream. I couldn’t help it.
I honestly don’t remember much after that. It’s one of those memories that my mind does its best to protect me from. I don’t know how many times that whip cut through my flesh, though I know it was a lot. I screamed myself hoarse in no time flat, then was reduced to scratchy whimpers.
My knees gave out long before it was over, and I hung by my wrists, my shoulders shrieking in protest.
When it got so bad I was tempted to pray for death, Adam finally stopped. I willed myself to pass out, but I didn’t.