Her mind was numb, her body aching like never before … as she waited. is … For a moment or two she felt nothing, but then the tortured girl cried out in agony as she writhed and thrashed, tugging and twisting at the manacles trying to free herself … The next assault would most surely break her, perhaps even kill her. He stood on the small platform to her side, and took his sweet time contemplating her, admiring the way she hung, naked and shackled for all to see …
Catherine closed her eyes and tried not to think about the additional sensation of humiliation growing inside her as it became a painful addition to the agonising flagellation of her body. “Begin.”
Chapter 32 – The Cat, 9:05 am May 12th 1864
Shutting her eyes, the movement of her hips only succeeding in swapping one position of discomfort for another, she reached deep within herself for any hidden reserves of tolerance.
