Page 82 of Cedarwood Cabin

They both walk over to the workbench with their backs to me. I refuse to let my tears fall.

I will not break. Not for them.

Dax turns around with a wooden paddle in his hand and an evil grin on his face.

“Look at what Lyka made, flower. Do you like it?” he asks, hitting the paddle against his palm. He walks behind me and I try to turn to keep him within my sight, but the cuffs and chain hold me in place. I feel a knot form in my stomach.

Suddenly, the paddle comes down with brute force and sharp, stinging pain on my bare ass. I jerk violently, feeling my breathing hitch up in my throat. My jaw clenches as my muscles lock tight. I refuse to give in and cry.

“You’re gonna take everything we give you.” Dax passes the paddle to Lyka. He steps behind me, letting out a sinister laugh. I feel the agony again, the hard whack landing on the same spot. The pain radiates through my body.

“Wow. She's tougher than she looks…Everyone has a breaking point, though,” Dax remarks.

“I wonder how far we can push her,” Lyka says, forcing the paddle down again.

I feel my skin burning, but through it all, I remain silent.

Lyka leans close to my face and taunts, “Haha…You think you’re strong, huh? You think you can withstand this forever?”

“You won’t break me!” I spit out.

Dax stands next to him, a mocking smile playing on his lips. “We shall see about that, flower.”

Lyka saunters to the workbench. The wood paddle smacks my body again, sending shooting pain through my already bruised skin. I feel the edges of my vision blur from the pain.

From the corner of my eye, I see Lyka spin around, now holding a long, skinny rattan cane. He taps it lightly against his palm, the ominous swish slicing through the air. Dax lands another brutal strike with the paddle.

Lyka brings the cane down on the front of my thighs. The sharp, stinging sensation is agonizing. Despite my best efforts, a small whimper bursts free from my lips.

“Was that a sound that just escaped those beautiful lips?” Lyka asks, his voice dripping with mockery.

I bite down on my lip, trying to cut off any noises. The sting from the cane burns like fire.

Lyka teases the cane along my skin. Dax steps back, giving Lyka the center stage. His eyes don’t waver from mine as he brings the cane down a second time against my legs. The pain feels like a lightning bolt as the cane hits my thighs. I curl my fists into balls, feeling my fingernails digging into my palms.

“Cry for us, Flora…Go on, cry,” Lyka taunts with a venomous purr.

My eyes flood with tears, spilling over. Lyka grins leaning forward, his tongue invasive as he licks the tears off my face. I try to jerk my head away, but the chains keep me bound.

“Your tears taste so good, baby.”

“You’re beautiful to watch break,” Dax states, circling around me.

I shake my head, attempting to refute the truth in their statements, but the tears keep falling.

Lyka presses his forehead against mine, his eyes burning into mine. “As much as we love watching your fight break, we love your obedience more. Just be ours. Be our good girl, Flora.”

In a fit of defiance, I shove my head against his. He steps back, letting out a grunt. His face shows both surprise and anger. Lyka grits his teeth and strides over to the workbench, determined and pissed off.

“Ha! You think ya tough, huh? You’re going to regret that. We’re gonna show you real pain,” Dax taunts, continuing to circle around me slowly.

In horror, I see Lyka holding a large, smooth, wooden phallus. It’s long with some girth, polished, and glows slightly under the faint light in the barn.

My heart races and I swallow hard as my eyes fix upon the intimidating object within his hands, unable to look away.

What the fuck is that? It’s over ten inches!

“Open your mouth, flower,” Dax demands with excitement in his eyes.

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