Chapter Eight
After the hellish training he had been subjected to for the past two days just being hitched to a cart for a ride around the grounds seemed like a treat to Arthur. His driver was a woman about twenty-five years old who had come with her mother for the first time and was clearly a novice. Her mom was driving one of the permanent residents just ahead of them and using the whip liberally on the poor wretch’s ass. Arthur kept his pace up in order to remain close on their heels so as to not give his driver an excuse to use the whip. When they reached the waterfall the mother pulled up and her daughter guided Arthur to a stop beside them.
“My god, mom,” the girl gushed, “I had no idea. This is incredible! How did you find this place?”
“Shelly,” she answered, “do you remember my
