Red Feline heard a clicking sound of metal when the Man in Black pulled the rope down to hook it to the chain in the middle of the wooden bar that held her wrists. It was only a matter of a very short time before her torments were to resume. "What now?", she asked herself seconds before her new ordeal. "What now?", she wondered, wishing that the peace she had found would not end.

"Futile!", she thought in those last moments when she was attached to the rope, before she was going to be lifted again.Still she made an effort to detach herself from the situation, from her body, to find out what was going on in the life of Piroska.

She was more curious now because she was finding clues that told her something she suspected and wanted to confirm. There was more to her fantasies than she ever thought. She was on a road of unpredictable destiny.

Piroska was struggling to breathe as the soldier yelled "Twelve!", and the song of the whip rang in Red Feline's ears as it flew through the air and felt the pain when the lash fell across Piroska's breast.

Piroska opened her mouth to let out a silent scream that could not rise over the soldier's voice as he chanted "Thirteen!". It didn't take long for the lash to cut through her skin.

The young slave tried to pull herself up but her arms did not respond, a black veil of darkness enveloped her as she sank into another reality, one where she saw a body laying on a strange wooden floor. Strange because she had never seen anything like it, anywhere.

Every time she saw the redheaded woman she felt something strange, the familiarity of knowing her own body as she would see it reflected on the pristine waters of a river. Even as covered in whip marks as they were, the breasts were exactly the same as hers and the look in those eyes was the same as when she saw herself on a reflection. "She's me.", Piroska thought as she felt a pull that made her go into the woman's body.

The Man in Black pulled the rope, raising Red Feline's arms up above her head, her back slightly twisted, she felt the tip of the nail in her back sinking a bit more into her, sending waves of pain down and up her back. The new ordeal had begun.

As her body was slowly raised, her wounds, which were closing, opened up again. She felt her warm blood dripping down from her back to her waist.

She let out a weak moan once she was on her knees, the weight of her body began to pull on her arms again. As her skin tightened, the nails moved inside her. All the sensations from all the prior tortures returned to her with renewed strength and the pain was not unfamiliar at all. In fact, her body felt the pain as one feels the showering rain of a storm. She strained mentally to evade that unbearable suffering.

For an instant she was back with Piroska as she received the fourteenth lash across her chest, she hardly had any time to react when the fifteenth lash fell on her waist. Piroska tried to hold her scream inside, but had no success, she yelled out in pain, almost like a howl, when a sixteenth lash came from the side and hit her in the center of her mound making her jump as high as the binds on her ankles let her, which was not very high.

Red Feline heard her own screams and opened her eyes to see, at once, the ancient soldier striking her with the whip and the dark walls of the room where she was being raised by the Man in Black. "Seventeen!", the soldier exclaimed as the lash fell on Piroska's legs.

Red Feline felt the sting of the lash on her legs while her body was being pulled up. Her arms stretched, her legs bent, her knees just above the floor.

The pulling continued slowly until her feet were slightly off the floor.

She had in that short travelling time re-lived all her previous pains, so she was already losing consciousness when the rope was attached to the post to hold her body up, her feet dangling in mid air, her arms stretched to the point of breaking, her wrists losing all sensation.

A cool breeze embraced her naked body, touching her raw, open welts as if she had been hit with a whip. She rose her head up in pain, opened her eyes and saw the soldier, sending his whip to her breast. "Eighteen!".

Piroska held her scream again, closing her eyes just before the soldier screamed "Nineteen!", and the lash crashed again across her chest.

It was suddenly dark and Piroska found herself in the room again, in Red Feline's body, hanging from her wrists, the cold breeze hitting her chest, the sounds of steps fading away.

"He's leaving me.", Red Feline thought, she didn't know if she felt relieved or lonely.