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Her every inhalation is a sharp gasp. Every exhalation a pitiful groan. She feels cold. She aches all over. Her back, from shoulders to hips, is burning, throbbing in time with her racing heartbeat.

She hears the men murmuring behind her, then two words come out loud and clear:

"Another forty."
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Her ankles should be tied to the two rings allowing hr bottom to taste most of the forty lashes
 
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