(Poor's Neighbourhood by Lemonushka)
WHAP.
The crack of the cat o' nine tails whip against flesh.
WHAP.
And another fresh lashing across Jane's back. Joining all the others, the rivulets of blood running down her back and merging with separate rivulets and some going far enough to roll...
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