“Please, let him go.” Avery shouted her lungs out as they whipped Alex, pinned to the same frame as she was a month ago.
The wolf, a mountain-like person, stood behind Alex, landing a hit one after another without breaks. They sentenced him to fifty strikes for giving her his leftover food. Because of freaking food. Avery knelt in front of two other guards, who were holding them from getting closer to the frame. They pinned her down, forcing her to watch her brother being beaten because of seeing her still as his little sister and trying to help her.
“Please,” Avery cried out. She promised not to cry in front of these beasts when they beat her, when they tortured her. She could take it. Her mind set up on withstanding everything they planned to throw at her to break her will, but not thi
