“Please, I didn’t do this.” You say to Ghost. But he ignores you, as if you were never lovers.

He walks towards you, on your knees, chained to the floor. You know he won’t listen.

“Do it, then.” You say as your heart breaks.

“You aren’t going to beg?” He asks

“You won’t listen.” You say.

“Very well.” He steps behind you.

The first strike of the whip burns across your back, followed by the second, the third, the fourth. The fifth.

Yet you vow, through your heartbreak, not to make a sound.