"What did you put in it?"
She let out a soft laugh.
"Something to make you obedient."
Then she looked at me and enunciated each word clearly.
"Kneel."
My body moved on its own. With a hard thud, my knees hit the floor.
Serena gazed down at me, smug.
"That liquor had something colorless and tasteless in it. Now whatever I tell you to do—you'll do it."
The room erupted in laughter.
"Serena really knows how to have fun. Slipping that new drug into her drink—now we can make her kowtow however we want."
"She's got a whole system for training dogs. First time I've seen this kind of play."
"To discipline a country bumpkin like her, you need special methods. Otherwise she won't even know who her owner is."
I dug my nails hard into my palm, forcing myself to stay conscious. I looked at Ethan.
"You're just going to watch them humiliate me like this?"
He only stared back, cold.
"If you did something wrong, you accept punishment. After the wedding, I'll give you the compensation you deserve."
Blood welled in my mouth. I stared at him.
"Don't regret this."
The moment the words left my lips, Serena's palm cracked across my face.
"You country bumpkin—what could possibly make our Ethan regret anything? Even if you became my dog, I'd still think it drags down my status."
She looped a leash around my neck.
"Come on. Bark twice for me. Maybe I'll reward you with a bone."
She yanked hard, forcing me to crawl forward.
The humiliation shattered my pride piece by piece. My consciousness began to slip. My body was moving on its own, about to crawl. I bit down hard on my tongue, fighting to stay awake.
Bright red blood kept dripping from the corner of my mouth. Ethan didn't react at all.
When I refused to move, Serena grabbed a leather whip and lashed it across my back.
"Letting you be my dog is already giving you face. I advise you not to refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit—or you'll have a hard time."
Burning pain surged through me. I endured it without making a sound.
Serena tossed a bone in front of me.
"Good girl. I'm rewarding you."
She looked down at me, smug, but her eyes held a threat.
"Hurry up and bite it. After you finish, I'll dress you up properly. How about I make you a one-of-a-kind bride?"
I met her mocking gaze, pulled a knife from my sleeve, and stabbed it hard into my thigh.
Blood poured from the wound. My consciousness sharpened.