Tripping and spilling red wine over the toga of the local magistrate was her first offence.
He had been the guest of honor, so whipping was the least she could expect.
I had hoped master's anger had cooled down after he whipped her.
Her wounds had closed but we both knew the marks would last her a lifetime.
Then today early in the morning Marcella accused Judith of breaking a funeral mask from one of the noble ancestor of the family...
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