Chapter eleven
Nyleen GilloisThe silver rod struck again.
Tangled up with a naked woman as she was, Delia had to make up her mind.
Her instinct was simply to get up and take the silver rod away and give the flunkey woman a taste or two. That was also the act of a slave who wished to commit suicide. The flunkey woman, dragging at her to pull her off, hit again.
With a twisting heave as though struggling to get free, Delia half-hunched around and so took the silver rod into her left hand. Naked flesh, pink and glowing, bulged up before her eyes. Concealing her movements, she gave the rod a hefty pull and then instantly rolled the other way. She started to yell, adding to the shrieks from the other two.
“Your pardon, my lady! I was trying to help!”
That vicious pull on the rod yanked th
