The prisoner kneels, his wrists loosely chained, on the small peas that crunch softly beneath his knees. Missy van Licks and Lady Blackdiamoond stand before him, calm and confident, watching him with knowing smiles. Their voices sound calm, almost tender, but every syllable reminds him that he has been naughty. He lowers his gaze and feels their attention like a warm, stern presence. And although the punishment burns, there is also a silent understanding in the air, a game of power, trust, and obedience.
