“What kind of paddle is that?” He runs the wood down one leg, and I tremble with anticipation. “It’s custom-made. It was actually cut from a piece of furniture in Ravage Castle. When my father moved abroad, Miles donated a lot of his possessions. He had quite a collection of items. This one is made from a type of wood that’s illegal now. I found it last year and repurposed it. I haven’t used it on anyone, though.” I want to ask why. I want to speak out of line and risk more punishment, but I bite my tongue. He traces the smooth wood over the other leg, and I whimper when he nudges my legs
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