The council chamber had become a cathedral of sin.
Lira's body jolted with each slap—cheeks red, tits bouncing, holes stuffed and overflowing. Her hair clung to her sweat-slicked face, her back marked with streaks of cum and candle wax, her thighs trembling from the nonstop battering.
And yet—
"...thank you..."
It was the only thing she said.
Over.
And over.
No matter how hard they used her.
No matter how cruel the torment.
She didn't beg them to stop.
She didn't cry for help.
Just two soft words, whispered through busted lips and a gagging throat:
"...thank you…"
Yoru snarled, gripping her by the jaw.
"Thank you? THAT'S ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY?"
SLAP!
His palm cracked across her face.
SLAP-SLAP!!
The other cheek followed, swelling red.
"You rejected me, you fucking whore!" he barked, spittle flying. "I loved you! I begged you! And you chose that spineless bastard over me!"
