“Is that the peasant girl?”, Queen Jeanne asked as I was dragged into her personal residence and thrown on the floor, I narrowly missed a stone that could have slashed my head and instead my ear took the hit causing the first rush of pain in my body. I held my ear, I was bleeding.
“Yes your majesty, We have brought her here for the lashing”, One of the guards said as he kicked me on the side, I winced in pain, held on to my stomach and closed my eyes.
“Interesting”, Queen Jeanne said, “Jeanne and Jacinta, Put the chairs here, I would love to see first hand how much this slave can endure”. She was mocking me but I had no way to speak or defend myself.
The chair was brought into the huge compound, Queen Jeanne sat cross legged and raised her hands to signify the start of my torture.
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