The sound of groans and skin clapping against the leather echoed in the dungeon.
The she-wolves grasped the children's ears in an attempt to prevent the noise from entering their system and traumatizing them.
Draco had been beating Cleto for thirty minutes straight, but he could see that Cleto was a hard wolf to submit. After all, it has been years since he established the dominance of being an abusive Alpha.
On the other hand, Natale was sitting on the chair and staring at Cleto with a flat, poker face that showed no sentiments.
Duilio and Biagio were sitting while wiping the other torturing devices on the table.
"Hahaha," Cleto laughed after Draco beat him one more time. His face was blooded and had several cuts. The forming bruises were everywhere on his body, but that didn't make him submit.
"How does it feel to get beaten by your own belt, Cleto?" Draco stated with a murderous tone. He had used most of his energy but wasn't tired yet.
