Chapter 20 Who Said I Wanted Your Forgiveness?

• Rica felt her body heaving, every part of her body aching with a dull throb, her mind drifting between reality and a dreamlike haze. She noticed her surroundings gradually, the faint rustle of fabric against her skin, the soft feel of a bed beneath her.
• Her eyelids fluttered open, but the light was blinding, causing her to squeeze them shut again. It wasn’t until the throbbing in her back reminded her of the pain that it all came rushing back.
• The lashes. The whip. The blood. Jeco’s cold eyes watching her fall.