Her elegant back was now littered with bruises and welts, many of which were red and swollen.

Tyrone felt sorry for her and gently wiped the wounds on her shoulder with the towel.

“Does it hurt?" he couldn't help but ask.

"It's not bad."

In the blink of an eye, Sabrina felt the hot breath on her shoulder and shrank away instinctively. She wanted to look up, but Tyrone's weight bore down heavily on her.