Ten years old Alora cried and screamed at her father who stood there with his hands behind his back and ordered his men to drag her into the stage of torture which was made specially for her.
"Father, no..no please. I won't do that again. Please, I don't want to sleep there. I don't want to do this." Alora cried hysterically as two men dragged her body by holding her arms towards the bed of vervain, that's what they called it.
"I know, Alora. I know you won't do this again. Because this punishment will teach you that you should never defy your father. You shouldn't have made friends with the other coven girls let alone leaving the Black bridge territory with them. You are special. Always remember this. Mingling with these ordinary people shouldn't be your thing. So you need to be disciplined, Alora. Take your punishments willingly." Arnold's disdainful voice trembled her small body and he nodded at his men.
"No…no… no.." She sobbed hard.