Isobel.
A painful groan tore through my lips as the last lash landed on my back once again.
When they bruised my arm, made me stand on a hot plate, and made me struggle to breathe in the well, I thought it was all. Not until they began lashing me.
For the first time in life, I was whipped and had to take fifty strokes of the lash just because of my good-for-nothing sister. I felt my soul leave my body as the pain was so unbearable. My blood seeped down my legs while they dragged me back into the cell.
All these just because I tried tarnishing the image of a healer? It would have been better if that healer weren't my sister. Passing through this hell just because she showed up again instead of dying as I hoped was something I wouldn't forget so easily.
They pushed me into the cell and
