Chapter 61: The End The Perfect Richard
The first strike of the belt sliced through the air before cracking against Diane's back.
Pain exploded through her skin, and she bit down hard on her lip, refusing to give Richard the satisfaction of hearing her scream.
'Not again.'
Another strike. Then another.
Her body jerked, her wrists raw from the tight bindings.
'Is this why I was reborn? To suffer again?'
Richard let out a breathless chuckle, shaking his head.
"You can't possibly think you are better than me. Thought you were smarter. But look at you now."
He crouched in front of her, gripping her jaw with bruising force.
"You are nothing, Diane." His voice was full of disgust. "You were born to be owned."
Diane's chest rose and fell, her breath shaky—but not with fear.
No.
With rage.
Her fingers flexed, subtly testing the loosened rope around her wrists.
Diane remembered some self defence lessons Riot taught her a few days ago.
