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Chapter Six
Chapter Six Briel bound her wrists with cuffs, and then placed the ones on her ankles in preparation for the fifth flogging. “I can feel your arousal already,” she said. There was the trace of a smile on her face, just a trace, something rare from the efficient matron, though Delila saw it clearly. Perhaps she was melancholy too, as well as kind. It was the last time. Instead of pulling her charge into the waiting area adjacent to the courtyard as she had done four times before, this time Briel led Delila naked down a hallway and into a stark room. Inside, the matron motioned to a robe hanging on the wall. “Use it if you get cold. You may have to wait a while.” With nothing more said, the woman was gone. The time that ticked away wasn’t measured by a clock, but by her anxiety. Each m
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