Bend Over.

**Isabella**

As the crack of the whip echoed through the room, I felt my heart lurch in my chest. Razor stood before me, his eyes cold and unyielding as he raised the horsewhip high in the air. A sob tore from my throat, my body instinctively recoiling from the impending pain.

"I can't take any more," I whimpered, my voice barely audible over the sound of my racing heart. I struggled against the restraints, my whole body still sore from the previous beatings. I begged him, pleaded with him to stop, to show mercy. But his gaze remained cold, unmoved by my desperation.

Razor shook his head, a deep frown playing on his lips. "I can't allow you to get away with this," he said. "But I'll give you time to heal up before I whip you silly. See you in the morning."