In Valtorre, those guilty of theft, adultery, and abusing their parents are punished with flogging.
But this law does not apply to the nobility, let alone the Royal Family.
Theodore had only seen such punishment during criminal interrogations, yet he never imagined that one day, the cracking whip would strike him, tearing flesh, shattering sanity.
He had never suffered such humiliation. As Prince Valtorre, the future Emperor, he had always been at the top. The catcher, the chess player, controlling the entire game, mastering fate.
Now he fell from his pedestal, crawling in the dust, reduced to a slave, reduced to a dog, enduring the pain of the lash, unable even to freely close his legs.
Roy's whip struck his chest, abdomen, and sensitive inner thighs. She deliberately avoided medicated nipples and genitals, letting them become blood-engorged and hardened from the hot itch.
Theodore's vision blurred.
