The guards haul me roughly to my feet, not caring as I cry out in pain from my battered ribs. Chavo sneers at me with undisguised loathing.
"Get her to the flogging post. I want her bloody and broken by the time I return," he orders his men with a cruel twist of his lips.
Terror lances through me at those words, my breath coming in panicked gasps. I've witnessed the aftermath of the floggings before on other poor souls. The thought of enduring that torment myself is enough to make my blood run cold.
"N-No...please..." I can't stop the plaintive whimper from escaping as they begin dragging me towards the door.
Chavo pauses, c*****g an eyebrow at my pitiful plea. For a sickening moment, I think I see a glimmer of sadistic satisfaction in his dark eyes at having reduced me to begging.
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