After Emma left, the omegas guided me to the wooden tub and helped me sit down, but I cried out in pain. They looked sorry, but I understood they needed to clean my wounds. Who knew what that whip had been used for?
The omegas tried to be gentle. After drying my body, they applied a gel to my wounds, then covered them to prevent dirt from entering.
I wasn't sure what separation meant, but when they were ready, Emma came back. There was a distinct lack of kindness in her eyes. She grabbed my arm and led me away. For a moment, I feared we were headed to the dungeon, but instead, we arrived at a metal door that she opened with a key.
"You stay here for a while so that you won't disobey me again," she said as she pushed me into the room. There was an open, bare window high on the wall, far
