Sorayah's courtyard echoed with the loud cries of the concubines, each one laid out on long wooden benches with their buttocks raised high in the air. The sharp, rhythmic sound of flat wooden sticks striking flesh reverberated through the air, accompanied by the anguished pleas of the punished women.
"Please forgive us, Imperial Royal Consort!" Celine wailed, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her voice trembled, fragile and broken, as her frail body trembled with every stroke. "I realize my crime… please, have mercy…"
Her voice faded, her consciousness slipping as the relentless beating overwhelmed her endurance.
"Please, Your Imperial Highness! I'm sorry!" Rose cried out, her cheeks soaked in tears. "I promise never to commit such foolishness again!"
The wooden cane continued to strike her mercilessly, each blow more brutal than the last. Blood had begun to seep from her already bruised skin, staining the bench beneath her.
