The second the whip was placed in my hand, I snapped.
I couldn't turn away.
I needed this.
The man I fought for so long has returned, more feral than before.
Will Rome still love me?
Or will she leave?
I couldn't turn away.
I needed this.
The man I fought for so long has returned, more feral than before.
Will Rome still love me?
Or will she leave?