Sabina narrates:
I screamed when the hammer struck, the chink of iron on iron, a muffled thud where the nail’s point drove all the way through my foot and into the timber behind it. The bolt of pain hit me, sent a shudder through my entire body. I instantly tried to pull my foot away, shifted my weight to my right leg and recoiled, screaming helplessly as searing agony met me there, the nail pressing hard against the top of the wound in my right foot, the scrape of living bone on iron. I strained hard against the nails in my wrists to help hold myself up, arms shaking, but felt my bare buttocks slipping against the rough wood behind me.
I was conscious of the cornu’s sides rubbing against the insides of my thighs as I struggled. Its point must have been only an inch or two below my porcella. In spite of all the agony I was suffering, I could not, just could not, bear the thought of that horn sliding up inside me.
I imagined I felt its hard point, probing my crotch, searching for the way in and screamed as I bore down on my right foot, straightening that leg as much as I could bear, then pushed down on my left, screaming, screaming in agony
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