Jane
Two guards entered my cell and dragged me out. I was too weak from the wolfsbane to put up much of a fight. They hauled me down the corridor to a room I hadn’t seen before.
The punishment room was exactly what it sounded like - a stone chamber filled with instruments designed to cause pain. In the center was a wooden post with iron shackles attached to it.
“Chain her up,” one of the guards ordered.
They fastened the shackles around my wrists, forcing me to stand with my arms stretched above my head. Then, without warning, someone threw a bucket of ice-cold water over me.
“What are you doing?” I gasped, shivering from the cold.
“Time for your punishment,” the guard said with a cruel grin. “I’m in charge of teaching you respect.”
“What crime did I commit?” I asked.
“Crime?” he l
