Josephine nodded, knowing Raoul's feeling were unaffected by this whole ordeal. He would love her, he had promise to love her. She kissed his cheek, then glanced back as she heard the footsteps of the guards. Raoul retreated.<span style="font-style: italic">"You're one lucky son of a bitch... I've been ordered to keep my hands off 'er or I would throw her to the ground and have her while you watched...as it is I am only allowed to beat you.."</span>Josephine didn't want Raoul to be punished for defending her, but she knew he would suffer more sooner or later if she spoke out. That would do no good. She returned to huddling up into the corner, preparing herself to weather the pain of Raoul's beating; his pain was hers, she mentally imagined every bruise and lash and cut to be inflicted upon her.