Gillian
Magistrate
The 14 ‘guests’ are gathered by the mayor and the judiciary and led to a table laden with drinks. Beer and wine. We are parched and weak from our ordeals and are offered a bucket of water and a rusty ladle. The same for my sister Vanessa and my nieces.
One of the guards plunges the two branding irons into the red hot coals and the guests and growing audience watch and comment. ‘A nice artistic decoration’. One is an X and one is a O.
The father looks menacing. ‘Are you going to bind the bitches’. The mayor looks and ponders and consults the judge and clerk.
No, he smiles. They will each come to the brazier one at a time and offer a breast or a buttock and beg, on their knees if necessary, to be branded.
One of the guards plunges the two branding irons into the red hot coals and the guests and growing audience watch and comment. ‘A nice artistic decoration’. One is an X and one is a O.
The father looks menacing. ‘Are you going to bind the bitches’. The mayor looks and ponders and consults the judge and clerk.
No, he smiles. They will each come to the brazier one at a time and offer a breast or a buttock and beg, on their knees if necessary, to be branded.
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