The Brotherhood is the ruler for us; no one is safe if we defy their rules, and then there's a consequence that will be faced afterwards, no matter how long or what generations it takes. Even Florence saved my ass countless times, but still, they got me. The sins of my father right now I am paying for him; no one else can do that, no one, and here I am now being tortured, the only way that pleases them.
"Please no," I murmured. I felt warm breath, and lips touched my skin and the top part of my shoulders. Heard someone on my back; the other one is on my stomach; she held my hips. My clothes were ripped, some of my skin was barely exposed, yet another splash of water I had. This, followed by a whip, landed on my back again. Someone speaks in a foreign language. I get the word this time; it has something to do with a "kneel." Then they put my chains so high that I can't kneel or lie on the ground every time I endure those hits.