Chapter 51
"Commence, I say" the elder voiced. "I can't," the guard admitted and Anya sighed in relief but her hands couldn't stop shaking from the fear she felt. "And why not?" "This one shows signs of being whipped before." Anya felt herself shrink at the various stares on her back. She thought that the vague marks of where a whip landed before wouldn't be noticeable. "What?" Xander breathed. "How?" The guard removed the clothe from Anya's mouth and she fixed her slacked jaw. "We've all been whipped before. Let's see....I was thirteen when I received fifteen lashes. Of course, the number of lashes would always increase and a healer would come to conceal the scars. It seems that they didn't do a good job." The guard began ripping through the cloth that covered their backs and saw their fade
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