Throughout the hallways, after the outright degradation she had dragged Arabella through, Zarah said nothing else while yanking at her leash so violently, the young woman's head threatened to separate from the rest of her body.
Although, no more words were necessary. The goal was, null doubt, to let the rising murmurs, and looks of condemnation and pity on their paths do all the work.
And work they did! Filling every crevice of her mind, chest, guts… All of her, imbued with unbridled dread, helplessness, a desire to evaporate or go blind and deaf so that her senses would no longer have to suffer the disgrace.
The cool air grazing her naked, soiled body did not help either. Against her skin, it turned razor sharp, cutting and gnawing without an ounce of mercy. For sure, under different circumstances, it would have felt just sweet.
No, those were enough. There really was no need for the raspy, cold voice of that hag.
