Red Feline hung from the frame a night, maybe two, there was no way for her to know, the dungeon was always dark, no way of knowing when a day ended and when another begun. She felt as if she was buried in hell and she would never come out.

She regained some sense of her surroundings when her tormentor let her down to the floor. She felt her legs wet. She had been unconscious for a while, so she wasn't sure if he had raped her or not. She wasn't thinking about that, it was just a thin thread unraveling in her mind.

She felt the wooden surface under her skin. Was her ordeal over? She could finally rest; but she was still on the floor of the dark room, she was still in pain and the Man in Black was still there, preparing something she could not, dared not, see.

Red Feline almost fell on the cold floor when her hands were freed from the frame, her body hurting every inch. Her skin was so sensitive that touching the wooden surface below her felt like she was lashed again. She just let her body sink inside her, carried by a strong wish to sleep...or maybe to die.

She was again entering the dark kingdom of her dreams, rising above her reality to watch her own body, marked by the whip and bleeding from her wounds. She could see too that the Man in Black was getting ready for the next trial of pain, a tug in her soul made her return to her body.

She heard the sounds of chains and wood that made her shiver in fear. Her torments were not over. She tried to gain some strength to perhaps try to escape again. She was not tied down, her arms were free, so were her legs. She raised her head and see what he was doing.

Red Feline couldn't raise her head far enough to see, she couldn't move much. She fell again, slowly sinking into the dark void where she found a brief moment of relief in the womb of nothingness.

She continued on, past the void, to the side of her dream world where Piroska was hanging from the cross and the lash kept falling on her naked back. The young slave held her cries even when the fifth lash went up from below and hit her between her legs. Her eyes opened wide and a moan went up from the pit of her stomach to the edge of her lips.

Her head fell back as the sixth lash cut across her back, the tip of the whip flying in a curve to hit her below her breast. Piroska closed her eyes tight as the seventh lash fell on her shoulders.

The eighth lash fell on Piroska's ass, making her to open her legs slightly and to put them over the sides of the post as if she was trying to hold onto it. Her feet bound together did not allow for her to fully embrace the post with her legs. This movement was noticed by her tormentors who came up with an idea as the ninth lash went to her legs.

"Wait!", the soldier in charge yelled as he walked to where some logs were piled together. He checked a few and took one that was not to long and not to thick. He approached Piroska with the log in his hands. She wasn't paying any attention, she was looking up to the darkening sky where she thought she could see a face looking down at her.

Red Feline could not see what they were going to do to the young slave, she was suddenly pulled back to her painful reality.

The Man in Black took a strong hold of Red Feline's arms and pulled her up to her knees to then tied her hands behind her back and attached them to a chain.

Her head rested on the wooden floor as her hands were joined together and placed in the shackles. She wondered was was going to happen next. The nail on her chest was touching her leg, she was holding her breath because with every breath of air she took she felt the nail sinking into her rib cage. Finally, her hands were firmly secured by the chain.