Emma meets the fuscinula
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The soldiers now try another torture on the poor
@emmaX .
One of the soldiers presents her with a small, three-pronged instrument, a
fuscinola, very similar to a fork.
"We reserve these exquisite fellows for royalty like yourself, bitch!"
Still moaning and howling from the pain in her hands and her flogging wounds, Emma barely notices as he first caresses her stomach with this fork.
He then scratches her skin lightly. Again, she does not notice.
Abruptly, he uses more force and drags the fork along her rib cage, where the flesh has already been laid bare by the morning's scourging.
This time, blood spurts out and Emma howls and shivers in pain, eliciting smiles from her torturers.
"Are you enjoying your little Neptune's trident now?" they ask her