Isla stirred in her sleep, waking up slowly. Her lashes fluttered open as she blinked away the sleep from her eyes. She expected to feel excruciating pain from the whipping but she was surprised to feel no pain. Not even a wince. She wanted to believe that she imagined it but the memories of the whip tearing in her skin was still clear in her mind.
But… she felt okay. Like it had never happened.
Her brows furrowed in confusion. She reached for her back slowly, feeling the raw,torn flesh of her back. She could only imagine how horrible it looked. The wounds didn't magically disappear like the pain. She pressed her palm on it exerting pressure but there was still no pain.
Confusion swirled in her head. "How's that possible?'
"I see that you're finally awake… I was worried for a moment"
