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Chapter Six-3
“A cane,” I make the order to Andres. He’s jerked from a mesmerized moment of his own, and finally scampers to the closet to find what I need. Wasting no time now, I lay into the miserable b***h, cutting her across the shoulders six times and across her enflamed ass another six. She howls loudly with a voice that will echo through this sanctuary all night and greet the next remorseful woman that enters my confessional. I’ve made these cuts bite deep and they will not fade for days. With the last of the twelve rent against the top of her thighs, the cane splinters and I throw it to the ground. “You’ll marry your fiancé tonight, if he’ll still have you. He’ll abide by my counsel to keep you faithful, because I’m afraid otherwise, you are hopeless.” My words sting, even to me, and I se
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