Chapter 52

Celia

Matron Arwen looked very angry as she brandished the whip in the air. She seemed to enjoy whipping and when I looked to the other end, I also noticed that there were three more women who were cowering in fear.

Just like Grace, they were sitting with their bare backs, which were colored red as Matron Arwen must have whipped them black and blue.

“I know you girls have nothing better to do than gossip about the princes. Know your place. None of you are fit to even look at them forget even fantasizing about them”

She spoke as she pulled the long whip towards her and began coiling it around her arm.

The girls all were shivering in fear as they anticipated the next lash that would sting their back and bite into their skin, drawing blood.

One of the other girls whimpered as she continued, “No no...Matron Arwen, my-my lady’s dress was a…a good choice”

Matron Arwen seemed to start talking to herself as she muttered, “I wanted her to look just like the slut she was…but that bitch seemed t