THE HUMAN SLAUGHTER - BRUTAL PUNISHMENT
This slave is already there, standing in the center of the castle yard. We decided not to tie him up, as running away would be futile anyway, and he knows it! He wears a black mask that covers his face: he can't see clearly, only feel the movements and the sound of whip resonating around him like a tightening circle. My Mistress friends and I exchange a glance; it's time to begin the slaughter! I crack my whip, and the tip immediately leaves a shiny red streak down his entire side. My friend, on the other hand, delivers a double blow using different lashes in rapid succession that impact so hard they carve two parallel grooves into his back. Today we decided to alternate with military precision: two strokes from me, three from her, all in rapid succession and without giving this worm a moment's respite! This is exactly what he deserves after faking a quality he didn't have for too long! We decide to double the blows! I'm not talking about ordinary lashes, but rather blows delivered with extreme foce. It's clear he wasn't expecting such a severe punishment, and meanwhile he remains there on the ground, completely exhausted. He doesn't know if it's over or just beginning, he can't know; this moment of respite only creates a false illusion. The slaughter must continue!