Chapter 17 Grief

• Juliana
• Sitting graciously at his chair, Carter ordered "Let the torture begins………
• And instantly one of his men whips the lashes forcefully at my back. The whip pierced through my skin like a deeply cut, still trying to regain from the lashes. I felt another whip at my back, and the routine continued. I gritted my teeth to avoid tears rolling down my cheeks, my nails stung deeply inside the tree as I forced myself not to make a voice or show any sign of pain.