SYDNEY
As I whipped Alexis, I felt a sense of detachment, a sense of justice being served. Alexis's cries echoed through the dungeon, a stark contrast to the silence that had followed my own suffering.
When I finally stopped, Alexis was sobbing heavily. Her body trembled with pain. I stood over her, panting with the whip still clutched in my hand.
"This is just the beginning, Alexis," I said in a cold voice. "You'll face the pack's judgment tonight. Depending on their verdict, your punishment may be far worse than this.”
I watched as Alexis's eyes widened in horror, her face paling as she realized the consequences of her actions. Her tone shifted dramatically, and she began to plead with me, feigning remorse.
"Sydney, please forgive me," Alexis begged, her voice trembling. "I'm wrong
