A Slice Of Her Past
HEINA "Arghhhh!" I screamed as the whip landed on my back for the third time. Today was the first day of my three-day punishment. I had been brought out of the cell to be whipped. The twins were there, they stood and watched as the guard released the long black thorny whip that tore through my skin and ripped out flesh. I cried like I'd never cried before. I was made to kneel, despite my pleas to consider my left knee that still hurt. By the seventh whip, I was bleeding and crying and sweating. "H-heaven k-knows I-I didn't d-do... arghhhh!" My words were cut short by the s***h of the whip against my skin for the eighth time. I could only mutter whimpers as the rest of the whips landed on my back. The guard stopped when it was at twelve. I had my head and chest laid on a brick.
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