Phoebes POV:
It hurt.
Every single hit, it stung.
"Now Phoebe, I'm giving you one more f*****g try, if you lie to me, I'll go after your little girlfriend and I'll gut her where she stands." Nikolas spoke, and all I felt was pain, inside and out.
My flesh was covered in slits, blood warming my skin as it ran down my body mixing with my tears.
All I could think about was Anatella, how he knew, he knew all this time.
"I know nothing about Jane and Valen! I swear it!" I cried, trying to plead for him to believe me, but again, he didn't. Just like the last five tries, he didn't believe me.
The metal rod flew down, it hit the flesh, a c***k came, the breaking of a bone. I let out a cry, and held my thigh, the pain shooting up my body in heaps of agony. "Nikolas! I don't know! I swear! I
