Chapter NINE

Lusia I sat still on the bed of the Lycan’s king bedroom after another vigorous cleaning session. After what I had gone through at what I found out to be his study room, I dreaded my next round of punishment. My throat burned from the excessive force he had used when deepthroating me, but I couldn’t complain. I wasn’t in a position to. The bathing session was quicker than last time. I felt so numb to everything they did. Their laughs as they gazed at my scars, the roughness of their touch as they cleaned me up. I was numb to it all. It didn’t mean anything to me. I was used to it. And most importantly, I was sore. My eyes scanned the room I was in now as I waited for King Dane to join me. I was wondering what he was going to do to me, but the room made me distraught. The Lycan King’s playroom was a seductive blend of primal luxury and dark indulgence, designed to ignite the senses. The walls were crafted from smooth, dark stone, their surfaces veined with shimmering silver that glinte