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commitment to you.”
    Brie sighed contentedly. She looked into his eyes again, noting the burning flames from the fire reflected in them. I desire no other to be Master over me.
    “Are you ready?” Master Coen asked from behind her.
    Brie closed her eyes for a moment. Up until now, it had been a mental surrender. Now it would become a physical one. Still…the peace she felt gave her the courage to nod her head.
    The headmaster meticulously cleaned off the area to limit the risk of infection before leaving her side to get the hot iron from the fire.
    Sir squeezed her hands tightly and commanded, “Look at me, téa. Do not look away.”
    Brie opened her eyes, her gag preventing a verbal answer. She hoped to take her brand in brave silence, but was unsure if she would have the strength.
    She felt Master Coen approach and held her breath. She stared at Sir, repeating in her head, This is my outward expression of the love beating inside my heart.
    “It is good you have an expert doing this, Miss Bennett,” Headmaster Coen informed her, his voice calm and reassuring. “I know what’s needed to provide the desired result without causing excess damage.” Coen placed his beefy hand on her small waist and barked, “Do not move.”
    Brie trembled involuntarily just before he pressed the red-hot metal firmly against the area just above her tailbone. She shrieked into the gag as a white-hot current of pain exploded from her back into her entire body. Despite the extreme pain, Brie kept her eyes open, not wanting to lose contact with Sir—even when the sickening sound of burning skin filled her ears.
    Sir’s grip kept her grounded and his eyes conveyed pride and courage. It gave her the ability to remain still. When Master Coen removed the brand, Brie was surprised to feel instant relief. As he carefully put the iron down, the Headmaster informed her, “Your body is in shock. However, it won’t take long for the pain to return. Before it does, I’m going to dress the area to keep it free from infection.”
    He placed a cool cloth on her back and Brie groaned in appreciation, but he soon took it away, explaining as he worked, “I’m placing a special bandage on your skin. It has been soaked in a silver solution to provide an extra layer of protection against infection. As per your Master’s request, I will also add compression to the burn. It will help minimize the scarring.” While he wrapped a stocking-like garment around her waist, Sir untied her gag.
    The lack of pain and the special care being taken had her worried, and she naively asked, “I will still have a scar, won’t I?”
    Master Coen’s laughter filled the night air. “You cannot avoid it, Miss Bennett.”
    Sir gathered her gingerly in his arms, explaining, “Although I want to admire your mark, téa, I would like it to heal as cleanly as possible.”
    Brie rested her head on his chest, suddenly overtaken by a case of uncontrollable shivering. Shortly after, the pain came back with a vengeance. She began to pant, fighting back the urge to cry at the intensity of it.
    Master Coen came to her with ibuprofen and a canteen of water. “It will help with the inflammation, as well as the pain.” Brie looked at it warily, unsure whether she should suffer a little longer to prove her devotion.
    “Take it, téa,” Sir ordered.
    That immediately ended any questions she had on the subject. Brie closed her eyes as Sir lifted the canteen and she swallowed the cold water, letting it ease her parched throat.
    “It is important you keep hydrated, Miss Bennett,” Master Coen instructed. “It will aid the healing process.”
    Brie bit her lip and nodded, a whimper almost escaping. With each passing minute, she was finding the pain increasingly unbearable.
    “Are you ready?” Master Coen asked Sir.
    Brie was shocked to see Sir begin unbuttoning his shirt, exposing his handsome chest to the cold night air. “Sir?”
    He positioned her to his right as he braced