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The whipping went on and on. Electra’s back and bottom were flecked with blood as the whip bit into her tender flesh. I couldn’t bear to watch; I couldn’t take my eyes away. It was a terrifying spectacle, which remained with me a long time. Soon I began to feel faint. But there was another sensation too. I could feel a prickly sensation in my groin, right between my legs, and I knew I was wet. This troubled me greatly; was it not a bad thing to be aroused by this girl’s suffering? I know if I could have I would have stopped it, but still I watched. I thought about it long and hard afterwards; it wasn’t exactly that I was excited by Electra’s pain; it was rather that I thought about being in her place, what the pain would feel like. I felt guilty. I was sure that there was something wrong