She took a step back. “Take her,” Sylvia snapped. The guards lunged. Ayla struggled, kicking and thrashing as they dragged her out into the courtyard behind the maids' quarters. “No! Let me go! Please!” Her screams echoed through the stone walls, but no one came. Other maids watched from the shadows. No one moved. No one dared. “Pin her down,” Sylvia ordered. Ayla was forced to her knees, her arms pulled behind her. Tears streamed down her face. “Please, please don’t do this—” “You think you can touch what’s mine and walk away with pity?” Sylvia hissed. “You should have been killed.” One of the maids, trembling, came forward, holding a whip made from horsehide. Sylvia snatched it. “This,” she said, raising it, “is mercy.” The first lash tore through Ayla’s back, and she screamed. Pain exploded through her body. Another lash. Then another. By the fourth, she couldn’t scream anymore — her voice was hoarse from begging. By the fifth, her body sagged, barely able to h
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