“You’re
insane if you think I’m going to turn around again,” said Arthur Haynes. “Not
even for a special treat from you, Miss Paine.”
“But I have
to know if it’s Blaine!” wailed Paine.
“Mistress
Paine, it cannot be Blaine,” said Maude. “To the hag in the woods it would have
been shown. Trust me, if anything was going to happen to Blaine, she would have
known.”
“I agree
with Maude,” said Claude. “Have no fear, my dear. The old hag is renowned for
being the perfect seer.”
“Yes, I know
of her reputation. I apologise, Arthur’s words gave rise to my consternation.”
“So what’s
it to be?” asked Arthur. “Are you going your own way or coming with me?”
“Sir, we
will remain on the cart,” replied Claude. “You may depart.”
“Ah, but
we’ve delayed, and it’s been a while since I’ve been flayed. Don’t you think?”
he said as he turned to Paine and gave her a wink.
Paine
screamed in frustration. “I’ll give you flagellation! Now get stripped and be
prepared to be severely whipped!”
Arthur did
his part
Took off his
robe and put his hands against the cart
The ferocity
in Paine began to abound
And she
whipped him continuously until he fell to the ground
“No!” he
cried. “Please, no more!”
But Paine
just smiled and chose to ignore
Along the
ground he crawled. “Stop, I beg you!” he bawled.
“You’re the
one who likes it rough!” yelled Paine. “I’ll decide when you’ve had enough!”
Arthur began
to wheeze and put his hands to his heart
“Paine,
stop!” cried Maude as she and Claude jumped off the cart.
Paine
stopped and stared at Haynes with ice cold eyes
Devoid of
compassion as he struggled to rise
He got to
his feet and then fell on his head
Maude looked
on with utter dread
While Claude
ran to where he bled
“Too late,”
he said. “This man is dead.”
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