After a moment, Henry pushed himself up and away from Edward. "Do I get to walk you around now? Show you off like the prize you are?" he asked, a finger dipping down to the blood at Edward's back. "Or should I continue to whip you for the madness you instill in me?"
Edward looked to Kakia to make the choice. He would do whatever she asked, having no desire at the moment to make any sort of decision. He had whipped and been whipped, fucked and been fucked. He was emotionally and physically exhausted.