Jehan
Laying like this is a punishment by itself. I was hoping for some company during lunch, but a sailor brought me food and left. It is nearly time for dinner, and I am about to go insane. I am in solitude with my thoughts and have no control over them and they are torturing me.
When she walked into the dining room with that sailor, I was furious. She looked so comfortable and relaxed with him. I hated it. I hated it, even more, to know that she spends her nights with him. He is just a sailor, for heaven’s sake. He is not man enough to tame her spirit. I had to intervene somehow.
I groan in pain when I change the position I am laying in. Honestly, I am grateful it was only five lashes. Never in my wildest dreams could I phantom that any woman can master the art of inflicting so much
