{OOC: Rough treatment, likely rape, followed by spitting and roasting are just fine with me! and now there can be some begging and pleading first. How wonderful...}<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Ambrosine</span><br/><br/>Lady Catherine’s guards descended, and I felt the flash of relief as they seized Solistrae -<span style="font-style: italic">so</span>glad she’d ignored my request to send them away - and that it was over. Then steel was at my throat, my ankles and wrists bound in a grip of iron.<br/><br/>I shrieked.<br/><br/>“Bind them and stretch the both of them out. They’ll have their punishment momentarily,” Lady Catherine said, her gaze a knife through my heart.<br/><br/>“Milady?” I asked. I didn’t understand.<br/><br/>“I’d hope you two wouldn’t be so foolish to think you could attempt an escape,” Catherine said. "Well, do you have anything to say for yourselves before I deal your punishment? And, rest assured, this won't be the end of it either." She slapped the whip against her own hand, more as a show of force than anything else.<br/><br/>“Milady,” I begged. “I didn’t, I<span style="font-style: italic">wouldn’t</span>, I’m<span style="font-style: italic">pleased</span>to be your handmaiden. I-” I stammered. “I tried to<span style="font-style: italic">help</span>you!”<br/><br/>"Go on, speak if you have the spine for it." Her guards had drawn close, standing nearby, vigilant against any movement the women might make.<br/><br/>“I- I’m sorry, Milady,” I pled. “It was an accident! Just an accident, and then I tried to make it right for you…”<br/><br/>Lady Catherine’s answer was the touch of the lash.<br/><br/>I screamed. Wept. “No, no,” I begged. “Please, no more, no more. I’m not a slave. I’m a handmaiden. You can’t-” I wailed, as she<span style="font-style: italic">whipped</span>me again, “-do this…” my voice trailed away.