The air in Regalis was never so cold as when Arabella was paraded through the castle hallways while stark naked. No regard to her dignity neither as a woman nor as a human being.
To them, she was no more than a wet, cushy hole that sheathed their egos and took on all the frustration they spilled into her.
It was clear that the cuts on her bare feet would earn no opportunity to heal, not with the way she was dragged around by that leash. Then again, it was bound to be the case for the rest of the wounds sustained across the rest of her body.
Zarah marched ahead of the line, hauling the young woman by the maltreated neck that screamed threats of collapsing with every tug.
Arabella trailed right after the hag, keeping her thighs together to maintain the illusion of privacy between her legs.
Behind the two of them followed Irene. She, at the very least, got the privilege to walk fully clothed.
