Chapter Ten
The Executioner
Red Silk’s hand grips one of my bound arms like a claw. “Your turn will come soon enough,” she says. “For now though, you’ll be made witness to the consequences of your actions.”
We’ve moved out to the Judgment terrace. Mr. Rose settles in his chair, Debra kneels beside him on the left, Mr. Palmer stands on his right. Raymond and Paul have joined the group, along with all the slaves and staff. Almost everyone is present—except Ms. Lynn
All at once she appears around the side of the house, at least, I assume it’s her. The height and proportions are correct, but the head is hooded like the slaves in the van and she is naked. She is guided by another man, his strong arms around her. He too wears a black hood, but like an executioner’s. Lean and trim, I can’t he
