The sight of the long black whip made Belle swallow hard, her mouth suddenly dry as a desert. Would he really flog her with such a thing?!
"A piece of advice, woman," he said coldly. "Obey me, and you'll walk out with fewer scars. Disobey me, and you'll regret ever being born."
He spoke with a sly smile, running his hand along the coarse texture of the whip. His eyes settled on her stomach as he grinned and added with mock pity, "Unfortunately, you might lose the baby in the process of this training. But don't worry, once you recover, there will be plenty of slave men eager to plant another one inside you. Rest assured, they're gentle with the women… while we watch them do it."
