Flora’s point of view :-
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After returning to my current room from the ballroom, I locked myself in. With a shaky body and aching leg, I went near the bed and slumped down onto it. For some reason, my heart was telling heavier and my breathing shallow. I was having an urge to cry badly. But why? Why would I cry? I was punishing my offender. I was taking revenge on them by the same way they hurt me. Then why does it feel so wrong? Why does it hurt me to see him in pain? Why did I feel all those hits fall on my back and not his? Why did I feel like I was the one who is shedding blood in his place? I was supposed to hurt him for pleasure. But why his pain made me more uncomfortable? What is going on with me? Why my heart still thinks about him or care about him a lot
