I flinched, my mind racing as I fumbled for an excuse. "It's—it's nothing, Ma'am…" I stammered, my voice cracking under the weight of her gaze. "It must be… some insect that bit me…"
Madeline's eyes flashed, her grip tightening on my balls, the pain radiating through me. "Really…?" she hissed, her voice dripping with skepticism.
She leaned in, her breath hot against my face, her other hand sliding up to grip my chin, forcing me to meet her gaze.
"Then why…" she snarled, her fingers tracing the mark again, her touch deliberate, cruel. "Does it look like an insect bite?"
Her thumb pressed into the bruise, the pain sharp, and I couldn't stop the gasp that escaped my lips. "Ma'am… I—I don't know…" I lied, my voice weak, my body trembling under her scrutiny.
Madeline's lips curled into a snarl, her eyes darkening with a fury that made my stomach clench. "You lie to me?" she growled, her grip on my balls tightening until I whimpered, my vision swimming.
