abandoning you, only to save himself … The question raised an audible gasp from the watching crowd, and when the private answered, “Yes Sir,” the gasp turned to an excited babble. Smiling, Sampson reached out to brush his fingers against the point where the sedile disappeared into Catherine’s body. He didn’t look back. Tell. She hoped for the latter, for then at least she could die without having to tell these animals anything. She had never imagined such agony! “Do it! … And there was silence. Her tear-filled eyes did not see the next one coming, but she most definitely felt the extreme cutting pain once the tip of the leather thong lashed into her clitoris …
The slave’s word had been right. Shepherd, to the front of Catherine, the whip in his right hand, drew back his arm.
