My 2nd Punishment

...The infirmary was shrouded in an unsettling silence, broken only by the rhythmic ticking of the clock on the wall and the occasional creak of the old building. The moon, a pale sliver in the night sky, cast an ethereal glow through the window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. Valkyrie lay on the bed, her body a symphony of aches and pains, her mind a swirling vortex of fear and exhaustion....

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...The wounds inflicted upon her in the dungeon were still raw, a constant reminder of the Queen’s cruelty. The pain, though dull and throbbing, had a strange numbing effect, as if her body had retreated into a state of shock, its defenses overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of the abuse....

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...She felt weak, drained, as if every ounce of energy had been leeched from her. She couldn't even muster the strength to turn her head, her neck stiff and sore from the hours spent curled on the cold, damp floor of the dungeon....

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...The clock on the wall ticked past midnight, then one, then two. The silence in the room seemed to press down on her, suffocating her with its oppressive weight. She tried to sleep, but the fear kept her awake, her senses on high alert, her mind replaying the horrors of the dungeon, the Queen’s chilling words, the servants’ cruel laughter....

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...Then, a sound, faint at first, broke the silence. A soft click, followed by the creak of a door opening. Valkyrie’s heart lurched in her chest, her breath catching in her throat....

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...She tried to move, to turn her head and see who had entered, but her body refused to cooperate. The pain, the exhaustion, the fear, all conspired to keep her immobile, a prisoner within her own body....

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...The footsteps, slow and deliberate, approached the bed. Valkyrie closed her eyes, trying to shut out the world, to block out the sound of the approaching footsteps, the chilling anticipation that gnawed at her insides....

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...Then, a cold hand gripped her shoulder, sending a jolt of pain through her body. She winced, her eyes snapping open, her gaze meeting the Queen’s cold, calculating stare....

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...“You’re awake,” the Queen said, her voice a silken whisper, laced with a hint of amusement. “I thought you might be sleeping. I wouldn’t want to disturb your rest.”...

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...Valkyrie tried to speak, to plead for mercy, but no sound emerged from her lips. Her throat felt constricted, as if a hand was squeezing it tight....

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...The Queen, her eyes gleaming with malice, reached into the folds of her gown and pulled out a whip, its leather thongs glinting in the moonlight. The sight of the whip sent a wave of terror through Valkyrie, her body trembling uncontrollably....

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...“Don’t worry,” the Queen said, her voice a chilling caress. “I’m not going to hurt you. Not yet.”...

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...She raised the whip, its thongs whipping through the air, creating a soft, hissing sound. The smell of leather and the Queen’s perfume filled the room, a noxious blend that made Valkyrie’s stomach churn....

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...“I’m just going to give you a little reminder,” the Queen said, her voice dripping with venom. “A little reminder of what happens when you disobey me.”...

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...The whip cracked down on Valkyrie’s back, sending a searing pain through her body. She gasped, a choked sound that was barely audible....

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...The Queen, her face twisted with pleasure, continued to flog Valkyrie, each strike a brutal reminder of her power, her cruelty. Valkyrie could only endure the pain, her body contorting in agony, her mind screaming in protest....

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...The Queen’s laughter echoed through the room, a chilling sound that sent shivers down Valkyrie’s spine....

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...“You’re so weak,” the Queen said, her voice dripping with disdain. “So pathetic. You’re nothing but a broken doll, a plaything for me to do with as I please.”...

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...Valkyrie, her body wracked with pain, her spirit crushed by the Queen’s cruelty, could only stare at the Queen, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and defiance....

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...The Queen, her eyes gleaming with malice, continued to flog Valkyrie, her blows becoming more vicious with each passing moment....

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...Valkyrie tried to scream, to plead for mercy, but no sound emerged from her lips. Her throat felt constricted, as if a hand was squeezing it tight. She was trapped, a prisoner in her own body, her voice stolen by the Queen’s cruelty....

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...The Queen, her face contorted with pleasure, continued to...

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