CHAPTER 100

  Blake's POV.

  Never in my life have I been this confused. My eyes were on the girl that was just whipped, and I can't tell why i was feeling concerned about her cries. She was in deep pain and had even fallen off the desk when the men stopped hitting her, showing how exhausted she was.

  I watched her eyes shut as she lost consciousness. My brows arched when my heart clenched with a little pain, which I don't know where it crept in. It hurt me that the strange girl was beaten to the extent of fainting.

  Why? Who is she?

  That was the question I asked myself while gazing at her face.

  "How dare you stop what I was doing?" I heard someone yell, but as much as I wanted to check who it was, I still couldn't take my eyes off the tortured girl who was motionless on the floor with her legs bleeding.